Self esteem

Isn’t it great when your self esteem is so borked – I mean, truly fucked – that you spend your time secretly trying to alter yourself so that your attributes match that list of attributes that others seem to find attractive or likeable or popular?  Better looking, more intelligent, more empathetic, better dressed, etc.  Wondering why Person X is fawned over while, no matter what you do, you feel like…how is it described in the film ‘The Equalizer’?  “When you look at me, what do you see?  The answer’s nothing.  …like a bottle cap or a piece of lint…just a thing to remove”

Where’s my self esteem?  In the toilet, where it belongs.

Maybe that’s the missing attribute.

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