I think I have come up with a term for a very common aliment that I know I suffer from. And I know I'm not alone. Pickmeitus: the condition of wanting to be picked for who you are, as you are all the scars, baggage, bumps and bruises. I think this condition begins at a very young age maybe even before the school years. It is definitely advanced by playground games and gym class. You know, 2 people are team captains they go through the class and pick team members one at a time until the few kids are left that no one really wanted in the first place. And it just continues through life: making friends, dating all these scenarios we want to be picked. I want to be picked, I won't lie about that. And I have some criteria...I want to be picked by some one who is right for me. And I don't just mean for a relationship. I mean friends and jobs and life. We are in circles of interaction all the time. Wouldn't it be lovely to be in the circles where you really belong? Where you fit in? Where you can be comfortable to be all of who you are? Don't pick me because of what I can do for you. Pick me because you want me to be there. Yes, Yes please, please PICK Me for the ME I am and the ME I will be!
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I am me, because that's all I can be. My hope is that I am someday the best me I can be. Every day is a work in progress.