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Pick Me
Here’s one of the rubs of being single. On occasion, a retro anxiety creeps in which you imagine that others assume you’re not wanted. I’m sure it’s deep rooted. Like fearing your parent prefers your sibling. Or less primal, but still potent, that you’ll be the last person selected for the neighborhood softball team. Over the Thanksgiving holiday, one of my favorite friends, Miguel, came to visit. It’s effortless to be with him. And for these last six days, he accompanied me to every social event, holiday movie, dinner out. It was a relief to step outside my single life for a moment, and parade to the world that I’d been chosen.
Image: I Pick You by Keith Shore
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