Wednesday, May 17, 2006

My family the pickers

It's true I am proof of it...The apple does not fall far from the tree.

So, anyone who really knew me would know that I (let me stand up) and say that I am a picker...I come from a long line of pickers and I have to say that my sister is passing this very trait on to her children...

You maybe asking yourself what is a picker??? (just know that half of my family is from Arkansas) ( that is my excuse for everything)

A picker is a person that loves to pick on their loved ones. Every boyfriend I have ever had is aware of that this truly means...I must inspect their head at least twice a week...Why you say?? I might find a pimple...And there for I must pick it...Hence the name picker.

I wish that it stopped right there...But no it does not!! I have even talked my girlfriends into letting me pull that unsightly hair on their chin or God for bid out of control eye brows!!!

This is just an example of the day and a life of a picker....Let me tell ya this is a true story...The love of my life (we will talk about him later, we are no longer together, but I like most will women will truly never get over it) okay where was I oh yeah...One time last summer my sister and a couple of friends including the love of my life were getting ready to tube down the river. My sister (also a picker) saw out of the corner of her eye a pimple on the love of my life's neck....And from no where she pulled out her keys as if they were a shiny knights blade and keyed his neck...That is right people she popped his pimple with her key...I said what just happen???? She said I could not help myself...And I said....Couldn't you just let me at least see it first...Sick I know... Like I said we have a problem.

For another example... Just in case you are not getting the idea that there are pickers like me and my family out there...I guaranty it!!!
My boyfriend that I just broke up with...You know the one that treated me as if I was invisible...Yeah that one...Well we had this ritual... Not one that you like light candles for or anything but you know something we did weekly...I would pick his head, back, chest, or what ever I could get my hands on...Fun times!!

Just for the record, he hardly had any pimples but you know I would pick random hairs to make sure that he stayed hair free (back and chest)( oh I am not getting a good mental picture..He was not hairy at all, I'm just saying the random hairs)well one day he had this really hard bump on the back of his neck and oh of coarse I was really happy to try to pop it but no...I got nothing..Days went by still nothing...I leave the house for like I don't know maybe 3 hours..And what happens he pops it...Tells me how great it was and does not even wait for me...Imagine that...I was sad....I'm still not over it...He sometimes brings it up still and I have that empty feeling all over again.

So you say that I must be crazy...What is wrong with her...I tell yah...I am not the only picker out there...I mean how do you think that I have enlisted all the guys I dated and my wonderful sweet girlfriends to allow me to pick them and then...They pick themselves too...And the whole process of transferring this obsession to someone else magically happens.

Case in point do I like being a picker?...Yes It is who I am.
and no I will not pick random people that I do not know...Unless I have contact and dropplet precautions on....

Go figure?

9 comments:

Lestud said...

Ahahahaha... I used to have a gf like that, and she gave up popping my pimples after that dreadful outburst in my late teens..

Q said...

I think it's the "love of my life syndrome" or something like that. Once the love of my life (we are no longer together) were in the process of getting our nubbin on (don't ask me where I got that from) and as I was feeling her up, I noticed a pimple on her butt! Needless to say I stopped and popped it! We proceeded cuddle and talk all about the popping and I spooned her as she slept.

Just telling it like it is said...

See I told you ....there are others out there...I'm the only one who admits it. It is a way of life and then all of a sudden you effect other people and then they are doing it!!....Q I ask you why didn't you let me see it??

Just telling it like it is said...

Letstud...I would have not failed you..I would have picked to the very bitter end...

Q said...

I think I might have taken a picture (it was that perfect blackhead!). If I should find it, I'm sending you a hard copy.

Just telling it like it is said...

okay Q now your just setting me up...I know I will get all excited and then like the ex-boyfriend you will just tell me how great it was not be able to find the pic and then...I be sad... and have a really hard time getting over it!!!

Lestud said...

Anyway, I think you should take comfort in the fact that the monkeys do it too, I think it's a show of affection when they pick stuff off each other's back - either that or they are just plain bored hahaha..

Just telling it like it is said...

I see your point lestud..I think it is a sign of affection...I mean it really has to be done...however I have never eaten what I have picked..or at least I am not willing to admit to it....

Lestud said...

or at least I am not willing to admit to it....

... and I wouldn't want to know.. hahahaha....