It's them. It's always going to be them. It's never me. I'm always the second choice. Last and certainly the least. It's never me.
Self-explanatory. I'm the second choice for everyone, including my family. Sad, isn't it? Oh, well, what can you do? And don't give me all that crap about me being someone's first choice, one day. I already know that. Waiting is just boring, tiring, and I hate it.