I’m not picky. Everyone says I’m picky. I’m not. I’m not picky. I’m selective. It’s totally not the same thing. At all.
But honestly even if I WAS picky, is that such a bad thing? In a world where serious and committed relationships often end in heartbreak or disaster, shouldn’t I be a little selective? Shouldn’t I wait for something or someone who makes sense and feels right and shares my [baseball] values? Shouldn’t I hold out for surety and that feeling that makes woodland creatures go all crazy mushy like? Shouldn’t we all be sure about the kind of person we want to raise little baseball-loving babies with??
I mean, we’re all totally different people. We aren’t all the same. We can’t just “pick a horse” and hope to get lucky (so to speak). I can’t just marry the first baseball loving singer/actress/PHD graduate/part time swimsuit model who comes along! That would be sheer lunacy! What if she didn’t like raccoons?? Or cartoons?? Or raccoon cartoons??!? See?!? One has to consider these things! That could have ended in disaster! -Whew- Dodged a bullet there.
Being selective: it’s important.