PMS - Not what you think.

Have you ever experienced waiting for someone to pick you out of the crowd? Like you're at a police lineup, looking confidently similar to the person next to you, only to find out you've somehow become invisible. You start making up stories that spin you out of control and wreak havoc like some sort of Chaosaurus character you call Mr./Ms. Lack-a-lot. You walk around doing the Shortfall Shuffle, hanging out with the rest of the Misery Loves Company gang. You go to places where they play the Barely-Hanging-In Blues, drinking Subpar-Ade with shots of Tequila, hoping that the Deficit Daze will get you out of the Almost-itis while trying to figure out, "Why not me?"

Worry not, my friends, there's a name for this: PMS—Pick-Me Syndrome. There you have it! A name for the delusion of "I am not enough."

Well, let's wake up from the delusion that you are not good enough and get into the mindset of "I am Fanflawsome"—fantastically flawed and awesome. If you want to create stories in your head, why not make them work for you instead of against you? Set your clock to Apocalypse Time, unwrap yourself from the Burrito Blanket, and awaken Lieutenant DE-ULU, the one who shatters the Fib-tastic tale of Caca you've been telling. Hear the words: "Wake up, it's time! Head up, chest out, chin up, stomach in, shoulders back, feet shoulder-width apart. There will be no prisoners because you pick yourself!!"