December 25, 2012
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picky, picky, picky...
to paraphrase...
"What's wrong with you? You're just so damned picky..."
In a way, it makes me laugh. Being picky... well, we all are, picky that is. Yes, we are, every one of us.
I could tell you hundreds of stories about people I've seen being picky, some of them very funny, more, just sad... and then, too many that make my heart ache. But the thing is, the tomes I notice people being picky is most often when what they are being picky about is something I personally like. It's the rejection that stings, that what I like, or want, or dream of could be revolting, nasty or vile in the eyes of someone else. That's what hurts, what galls me, makes me want to hide my feelings and desires.
Yes, there are those who take being picky to absurd extremes, like people who refuse to eat anything except one kind of food. But all of us have things we are picky about and think nothing of it, it's just who we are.
We're picky about...
Who we want to be seen with
What church you go to
What we watch
Where we eat, and what
How the person of our dreams will look
What color is their skin
The shade we'll wear
How we vote
The brand we'll buy
Is that recyclable, or not worth the bother
What we'll drive
The side of the bed we sleep on
Which leg goes in our pants first
The role with the end over the top, or the bottom
Seat up, or down
... lol
You name it and there is someone out there who has a definite preference, very, very definite...
and the truth is that it's like being angry with the weather, cry and scream and rant all you want and the rain simply does not care, it falls whether you like it or not.
But there's a secret.
One almost no one ever guesses.
It's the only truth that can free me...
accept what is.
instead of demanding what isn't.
I accept you, it's all I can do.
Comments (1)
I find that I'm not really picky about those kinds of things. Life is too short to spend being picky about trivial things. I hope you have a good day =]