I was pondering life in Grammar School the other day, (don’t ask me why) and was thinking about how everything kind of revolved around “Pick Me!” You know…..teams for dodge ball - called on by the teacher – sing in the chorus - be a member of the cool kids’ group. (Never made that one.) I remember how stressful those times were, even though I didn’t know that what I was feeling WAS stress, back then.
I came to the realization that things did not change much during the course of my life. High School was more of the same. PLEASE pick me for the baseball team - the Yearbook Committee - study group, etc. - etc. etc. Please, pick me to be your boyfriend. College, it got worse. Being a Drama Major I spent every non-required course moment auditioning. Even my extra-curricular activities (Community Theatre) called for me to be evaluated and chosen to participate. I played music and was always asking to be picked to play with this group or back up some singer. There was of course the ever present “Pick me to be your boyfriend,” aspect.