Day 1921: It’s a shame

When you reach out to somebody clearly expressing a wish to connect and you consistently get nothing in return, it’s a shame.  I mean,  that’s not only an unfortunate and perplexing experience, it also triggers the shame response, which (according to Google) looks like this:

(image found here)

When I experience the shame response, I

• feel the urge to withdraw and hide,
• try to figure out why there’s been no reaction to my attempts to connect,
• remember that experiencing shame in response to perceived devaluation or rejection is a universal human reaction and that there’s no shame in shame, and
• resolve  to reconnect more effectively — if not to the same person then to others.

What do you do when you experience the shame response to perceived devaluation or rejection?

I think it’s a shame if I don’t share my photos from yesterday.

 

It’s a shame that the last image shows a color copy of a 20 dollar bill and not the real thing.

Here‘s “It’s a Shame” by The Spinners:

 

Knowing that your input is important to others helps dispel the shame response.  Questions?  Concerns?  Suggestions?

It’s a shame if I don’t remember to thank all who helped me create today’s post and — of course! — YOU.

Day 1400: Pick me!

Thank you for picking me and my blog, today.

Why did I pick “Pick me!” for this post’s  title?

Lots of reasons to pick from, including this photo I took yesterday:

It looks like that pumpkin’s assertiveness is helping it get picked by that picky ghost. If I were going to pick a lesson from that, I’d say it’s good to ask to be picked. Why? Because you deserve to be picked, so why not ask for it?

I’m now picking this moment to cite another reason why this picky blogger picked  “Pick me!” for today’s title.  It’s the 6th anniversary of the day my boyfriend Michael and I picked to meet each other in person, after we had corresponded daily for over a month. I’m not sure why we both picked Halloween 2010 for our first date, but I’m so glad that he picked me and I picked him.

If you had to pick any of my other photos from yesterday, which ones say “Pick me!” to you?

 

 

That last photo I picked, above, shows Michael, the picky guy I picked six years ago,  picking corn chowder as the recipe to share via cell phone with my son Aaron, who recently picked the University of Edinburgh as his college and residence.

What music should I pick for this “Pick me!” post?

I’m picking a song from The Spinners album Pick of the Litter — “Just as Long as We Have Love.“

If you’re thinking of leaving a comment for a blogger, pick me!

I’m glad I picked all those who helped me create today’s post and I’m very glad you picked this blog today.