A human moment

#Pick #Me

just caught a blink of myself—don’t know if it’s intuition, a premonition, or just hanging in a different state with some dope Ppl or some cosmic prank—but there I was, sitting in an interview, and yes… a little petty. Laughing at the pick-me girls, imagining the chaos they stir. The consequences of their action. The energy imprint on the next generation. And you know what? I hope by then I’ve healed enough that my ego doesn’t take over. I really wouldn’t want that. I want to heal so deeply that everything flows like water… but then again, I’m human.

Because really… it’s wild. A woman tearing down another just to score points? Meanwhile, I’m always over here defending women—every woman—even the ones I don’t care for. Why? Because I know I have a daughter, I might have a granddaughter one day, and I want karma to balance itself in the most perfect, cosmic way. I want generational wealth. I want to be remembered as the woman who support other woman...

And yet… I just don’t get it. I don’t get why a woman would want to be a pick me just to chase a man who won’t even respect her… ( history or not) because he’s in love with the woman she’s bashing. The one he lose entertaining the pick me. Doesn’t make sense… and yet, somehow, it makes perfect sense.

Ah, the rebel in me chuckles, the villain smirks, and the alchemist? She folds her hands, lets the petty energy burn itself to ash, and trusts the universe to turn all of it into gold.

--- #Raquel #Mckenzie