Ever wondered what it takes to be special?

I wander this all of the time for myself. I know i am worthy but I really do not think anyoine else sees this in me. They may see it but they never express it to me to make me feel very special. I feel like an odd ball who does not fit in any one special place. I can fit in just about any where if i was ever given the chance. I think everyone is special in their own way also and I am not afraid to tell them.

Personally speaking, my friend each and every one of us is special, no one is anything but, but to their partners, family, friends, maybe not to outsiders, we have to see ourselves as special, we are after all unique, even the nastiest person has something special about them. I know I am special I just have a hard time realizing it, once I've cut through all the negatives that surround me!

Hello Joey. I have long ago stopped asking myself if I was even special to anyone else. I'm just not the type of person who loves to voice out my flaws and weaknesses. In another word, I don't want to feel vulnerable. I realized its not worth my while to keep thinking someone deemed me to be special. I am who I am. I don't want to be involve in any arguments or debacles. It isn't my nature to be nasty and can readily apologized for my mistakes. Maybe someone may sees something in me that are not pleasant. But this is me and I can't change the way I am.

I think the fact that we are here makes us special, and the ones that have passed on or special for what they left behind be it a smile to a stranger, a granddaughter.... I believe we are all special as we all influence the world in many different ways even though many of of think we aren't doing anything, it's like that Oprah show where she gave out the money on the condition that they spent it on someone else, all those people did so many special things and some of the things they did actually came out of their own pockets in the end, it just comes to show how you can make a huge difference. And even if you don't do something grand you always influence those around you, directly or indirectly. Everyone therefore and everything is special in it's own particular way.

I guess being ME...MYSELF, being a friendly person to all, showing them my totality as a person as individual, the real me with no hidden agenda...thats makes me special for others.For a lot of people remembered my mother figure, if you gonna asked them about me..they would say..ah!..she acted as kind of a mother to us during our high school days. It makes me special the way they would remembered me.Mostly of my closest friends in high school called me "Mama".

This is such a difficult discussion, Joey. :P I read it twice and am still not sure if I am getting your question right. I guess EVERYONE is special in one way or another. After all, we are all supposed to be unique, are we not? There is no need to compare yourself with another. You ARE special ALREADY. Cheerio. ;-)

I wonder all the time about this one, Joey and I just realized that being yourself and being accepted for who you are, make you a special person in someone's eyes.

What is special? What does it mean and how do you determine what is special? In my mind it doesn't exist because no one can be special. We all come from the same place and are all connected in some way. Special is just a term that has no definition other than what some might create as a means to soothe their overbearing egos. Special is only in the minds of those who think they are better or above others. And in the mind of those who think someone is better than them because of title or status. It has no basis in the grand scheme of the universe. That is unless you can agree that eveerything in the universe is special. Which is exactly the way it is. (Paris Hilton being the exception..lol.)

my parents put me in a school where most students have rich parents. For many years I made it my motto to go after money and money alone, this is because I saw that rich kids could get away with skipping schools, cafetaria after doing some sports and nice smiles from teachers or principal - while those like me could hardly get to do the same without being yelled, punished, even insulted. in the university I met my best friend, a rich girl. I told my self she will never be my friend and that she would be sorry, but year after year I ate my own words. her parents are rich, she starts a business and gains her own wealth, she is dilligent and holds traditional values, values friendship and a forgiving person. This makes her special to me and from her I learned that money will take care of my debts but will not make me special.