I think I suffer from chronic lack of confidence.
It haunts me like a moldy specter.
Even though I may have done some pretty amazing things from time to time, I have this voice in the back of my head that is telling me things like: “Yeah, but what about tomorrow? Think you can pull another rabbit out of your hat tomorrow? What happens if you can’t? you know what that means don’t you? If you can’t duplicate past triumphs, that means they were fake. Flukes of nature. Accidents. Sheer dumb luck! …FRAUD!”
(I think I know this voice. He sounds familiar. I think we are distant relations.)
I think you are right. That voice is an ancient one. The Great Discourager. The mocker of human efforts. The spoiler of joy. The mother of all wet blankets.. . self doubt.
When you are under its influence, it just makes you want to curl up and crawl into a hole somewhere like the worm you are.
But sometimes you just feel like fighting back. Railing against the forked tongued SOB. Kicking him right in the teeth.
Yeah, I may be a worm. I may be weak. I may lack degrees from hoary educational institutions. I might even be a pitiful excuse for a human being.
But dude . . .
I can knit.
So, you discouraging wanker, I don’t know about tomorrow.
Hell, I don’t even know if I’m going to make it through the rest of the day.
But right this minute?
I can kick your ass.
You said a bad word!
Hold him down. I’ll kick his ass for you. I’m just the hen for the job.
This post should be banned for foul language.
It sets a bad moral example.
I don’t like it.
It’s really terrible.
Two thumbs down.
Get her off the air.