Archive for October 15th, 2004
We’ve all known the kid who was picked last for every game on the playground when we were young. This aggravated me alot because, often, I was that last kid picked. It’s not that I wasn’t good at the games but because I was an outsider. I hadn’t grown up with the other kids because we moved every few years. It was a popularity contest and I wasn’t popular because no one even knew who I was.
This “last pick” irritation survives to this day. It’s true: someone always has to be last, just as someone always has to be first. However, no one is ever always last. Now I’m old enough to realize I don’t have to participate at all. Not that it matters because I’m also old enough to choose who I am hanging out with, and with my friends it doesn’t matter so much who’s first and last.
A guy I haven’t talked to in months walks up to me. “Hey, a few people can’t play volleyball today and no one else is available. Do you want to play?”
“You know what? No. If you only think of me as a last resort then it’s a waste of my time.”Comments Off | Catergorized: life memories