Pick me! Pick me!
I’m convinced we all have addictions. And I’m not just talking about drugs, booze or the “addiction of the year” (a la Tiger Woods & David Duchovny). I’m talking about subtle addictions. The kind that most people will never (or will never admit) realize in themselves.
Do you want to know mine? Lean in real close and I’ll tell you. Approval.
What? You didn’t hear me? I said APPROVAL.
There. I said it. Admitting you have a problem is the first step, right?
And the really sick thing is that I want your approval for admitting that I have an approval addiction. So, don’t enable me! (Unless you really feel the urge, then I won’t hold it against you.)
So…I showed you mine, now show me yours.
I approve of this message. :PI like to be liked. I should make myself a page on Facebook so people can SHOW me they "like" me.
LOL Steph and Cat. I too suffer from this addiction. However, there is hope. The older I get (now at the ripe old age of 35), the less I need the approval of others. However, it's still a basic need for me, but I've accepted that some people will like and approve of me and some won't and that's okay. Because I'm smart enough, I'm good enough and gosh darn it, (most) people like me! -Andrea A.
Well, this is a little late, but I like both of you! I honestly do. So, let's have us a big 'ol like fest!
Reblogged this on Cat Poland and commented:
Two years ago, I wrote about my need to be liked (by everyone, at all times, in all situations). It’s not quite as important to me anymore, but I still struggle with being a “yes” woman.