It's
WHO AM I WEDNESDAY, and this one will feature a diary entry written by
myself.
(Seriously,
who else could it be written by?)
And,
well...this is going to be a personal one.
It's based on the subject of confidence, and how...well...frankly, I've
had trouble with it.
August 6, 2014
I want you to picture a line being drawn across
a piece of paper. If you like, you can
draw the line yourself as you read, but you don't have to if you don't want
to. I want you to look at the middle of
the line. The middle of that line
happens to be the part of the line that has equal and balanced confidence. It's probably the part of the line that most
of us want to be on.
With me so far?
With me so far?
Then you have the two book ends of the
line. Two extremes. On the right hand side, you have the edge of
meekness. This is the place in which
you have zero confidence in anything you ever do, and where you don't feel
comfortable showing any sort of leadership whatsoever. You'd rather fade into the background than
show any sort of confidence or passion whatsoever.
This is not a good place to be.
This is not a good place to be.
On the left hand side of the line is the edge
of arrogance. People who fall on this
side of the confidence spectrum have too much confidence to the point where
they become cocky, argumentative, and boorish.
They feel that their way is the only way and anyone else who thinks
differently is not welcome to share any of their ideas because they will be
ignored.
So, I guess it sort of goes like this...you
kind of want to stay towards the middle of the confidence spectrum. You don't really want to go on either
extreme because you'll either be too afraid to speak up and lose opportunities,
or you'll be so opinionated that you scare everyone else away.
So, I suppose you're wondering where I am going
with this train of thought, right?
Well, I'll be honest. When it comes to confidence, I've been firmly on the right side
of the spectrum. As in, I've had a hard
time finding it.
Sad thing is...I never used to be that
way. For some reason, I remember when I
was a youngster, I had plenty of confidence in things. I used to try new things all the time. I learned how to use a computer at the age
of four (though keep in mind that computers weren't as fancy and complex as
they are now), and I also learned how to read at an early age. I was quite the confident and smart
toddler...or so I was told.
But then I entered the harsh world of public school, and it's amazing just how much my self-confidence plummeted. It was bad enough having people my age try to knock me down, but when you had teachers who should have known better doing the same, that really grinded my gears. What was it that made them do that? I honestly don't know. I don't know if I'll ever know the answer.
But then I entered the harsh world of public school, and it's amazing just how much my self-confidence plummeted. It was bad enough having people my age try to knock me down, but when you had teachers who should have known better doing the same, that really grinded my gears. What was it that made them do that? I honestly don't know. I don't know if I'll ever know the answer.
But I will say this. I found it incredibly disheartening and rude that so many of my
peers and teachers used to look at my size as if it were some sort of
liability. I got it. I was the token fat kid in the whole
class. But to be actually lectured by
some children in the class over what I was eating? Totally below the belt.
Did it ever occur to them that the more they told me that I shouldn't be
eating All Dressed Ruffles Potato Chips, the more chips I actually ate? As if their negativity and judgmental
comments would actually cause me to realize that I had to lose weight.
News flash. I could have gotten as skinny as I wanted to back in the day. Those miserable kids still wouldn't have hung around with me. Truth be told, looking at it through my perspective today, I wouldn't have wanted them in my life anyway. Why in the world would I want to be around someone who constantly critiques me and offers me up some unsolicited advice about how I should look?
News flash. I could have gotten as skinny as I wanted to back in the day. Those miserable kids still wouldn't have hung around with me. Truth be told, looking at it through my perspective today, I wouldn't have wanted them in my life anyway. Why in the world would I want to be around someone who constantly critiques me and offers me up some unsolicited advice about how I should look?
I mean, seriously? With comments like "You'd look so much better if I was
thinner and had a six-pack?" Are
you really that superficial that you'd make those more acceptable qualities
than trust, honesty, loyalty, and kindness?
Why in the world would I want to be around that?
But still...those comments stung. The unsolicited advice about how I should change my looks really made me hit an all-time low in confidence. Those words left me damaged, and I'll be completely honest with you. I still find it difficult to take compliments at face value because I can't determine whether they are genuine or whether they are dripping with the bitter taste of sarcasm.
But still...those comments stung. The unsolicited advice about how I should change my looks really made me hit an all-time low in confidence. Those words left me damaged, and I'll be completely honest with you. I still find it difficult to take compliments at face value because I can't determine whether they are genuine or whether they are dripping with the bitter taste of sarcasm.
I want to believe that people are one hundred
per cent honest when they offer kudos or compliments to people. But, my brain is admittedly a little bit
jumbled when it comes to processing compliments.
The depressing part is that it never used to be wired that way. I remember thinking when I was a child that everyone's word was golden, and I used to feel comfortable telling people anything about everything. I'm more cautious now.
In fact, I think that really answers the question as to why I have a hard time keeping friendships, or even starting up relationships. My heart is still quite damaged, and I still have locks and chains wrapped around it as a way of protecting myself.
The depressing part is that it never used to be wired that way. I remember thinking when I was a child that everyone's word was golden, and I used to feel comfortable telling people anything about everything. I'm more cautious now.
In fact, I think that really answers the question as to why I have a hard time keeping friendships, or even starting up relationships. My heart is still quite damaged, and I still have locks and chains wrapped around it as a way of protecting myself.
I lack the confidence in myself to summon up
the courage to find the keys that will unhook the chains and open up my heart
to others.
I wish it weren't the case, but that's the way life works out sometimes.
I wish it weren't the case, but that's the way life works out sometimes.
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