stuffparty! - I don't want to play dodgeball with you

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I don’t want to play dodgeball with you

2) The sting of being “picked last” never, ever goes away, no matter how successful and well-adjusted you become later in life.

I absolutely sucked at sports as a child and still do. I got my share of being picked last. I wasn’t thrilled about it but I can’t remember it stinging. I wasn’t on the bottom rung socially in school but pretty close to it. It didn’t really bother me that I wasn’t popular or that I didn’t hang out with the popular kids much. This probably only affirms just how odd I am and, perhaps, helps to explain what sort of a freak I turned out to be.

Also, I was the clever kid at school. Now it looks like my BA degree in history has eluded me along with the extension of my thesis studies and I’m an unemployed dork in Sweden. But at least that saves me from my class of ‘89 reunion, amirite?