Those "confetti" picks, as you call them, remind me of a girl. I had a thing for this chick back in the day, sort of a platonic friend I was trying to make into something more. On Valentines Day I made her a rose with a bunch of those pink Fender confetti picks taped together, and attached a little poem I wrote stating my feelings of affection, though expecting not the same in return. She seemed to like it, but it went as expected...nothing.
A week or so later I was at her place just to hang out as friends. I think she had some dude over in between...likely a guitar player. I found my rose creation all busted up, like somebody had rolled over on top of it. I asked her what happened to it. She just got a pained expression on her face and said, "you don't want to know." My imagination took care of the rest. "I liked your poem, though."
Oh well... In retrospect, she would have probably ruined me.
Later on I fixed her up with a mutual friend that I knew had a mutual thing for each other. Neither had any idea, so I figured I might as well nudge them on, since they were both friends and I wished them well. Didn't hear from either for months, not even a thank you. Eventually, he broke her heart and married someone else not long after he dumped her. I was never quite sure how I should feel about that, but they had gone their way without me, so whatever...