I'm not competitive at all. (But see the confession at the end.) I only want to be perfect. Of course, being perfect, I have to be better than everyone else! But the idea of competing directly with anyone is anathema to me. As well as having no interest in competition, I'm hopeless at it. If I find I'm in competition, I give in. I only understand cooperation. On the other hand, I barely understand other people, and they barely understand me, so I'm hopeless at cooperation, too! About the only thing I understand is having a common interest, and a common interest in reaching the truth about the matter of common interest. In competition, truth is the first casualty. I'm obsessively intellectual, but hopeless at intellectual competition, such as argument (especially if it is seen as "debate"), or chess (in which I have barely ever even glimpsed what it is to want to attack and destroy the enemy). I do like to show that I'm clever, and I hate being made to look stupid, but making someone else look stupid is not fun. Even in physical sports I have no competitive instinct: I used to like to play squash, but I always thought of it as a friendly knockaround. I would probably have greatly enjoyed playing tennis, in a similar spirit, but I somehow never played, probably just because I was so isolated, and didn't know anyone else who played. I regret that. I don't like watching sports, with the single exception of tennis. I don't like seeing anyone do badly; I want everyone to be at their best. However, I am sneakily competitive by proxy, in that, once I have decided that someone is The Best, like Bjorn Borg or Roger Federer, I want them always to win. So I must have a competitive instinct sneakily hidden away in my mind somewhere. What I do know is that it is important to keep the idea of perfection alive. I have slowly become better at accepting my own and other people's imperfections, but I have not found any compensating way of remaining in touch with the idea of perfection, in the way that I used to be able to do through mathematics, and many people do through religion. This is probably the root of my continuing sneaky competitiveness. If I were in touch with perfection, I would probably really not be competitive at all, instead of just pretending not to be.
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Age: 60. Sex: male. Gender: OK I give up, please tell me
AQ: 37/50; Aspie Quiz: 110/200 for Aspie, 82/200 for NT
Almost certainly not Aspie, but certainly something like it