Ridiculous Opinions #185
I’m currently sitting by the pool at Emirates Palace, feeling like I have fooled someone; like I have cracked a code that no one else knows about and I am waiting for someone to walk over to me and say, I’m sorry, sir, but this pool is reserved for people that are better than you.
But that’s a ridiculous notion. No one is better than me, a point illustrated on a daily basis. So, why do I feel this way?
It’s called imposter syndrome and it affects everyone in some form or another. I’ve been reading more and more about this lately. It’s the notion that one does not deserve the achievements that they are currently experiencing. It stems from the fact that one may not think that they’re good enough to enjoy the splendors of their lives.
But you know what? Today, I am casting out that “imposter syndrome” nonsense. I deserve everything that I’ve gotten, because I’ve worked hard for it. End of story. In fact, I think I deserve a lot more!
Every time I write something like that, I picture that old, Donald Duck cartoon and this is the conversation I have in my brain:
Me: Oh, who am I kidding? I deserve none of this!
Devil: Stop it, you! Enjoy your life! Stop feeling guilty!
Angel: No, Randy. You must remember those less-fortunate than you!
Devil: Don’t listen to that square, Randy! You deserve more!
Angel: What about the children, Randy? What about the suffering children?
And then the devil punches the angel in the face and the devil and Randy run off, hand in hand.
I mean, is it my fault that the pool in front of me is heated? Is it my fault that I can see the ocean from where I’m sitting? Is it my fault that I can get on a bike and ride around the compound, with the wind blowing through my thinning hair and the sun warming my pale and pasty skin in the middle of February? No! It’s not my fault!
Devil: Come on, Randy! Let’s go smoke a couple of cigars and kill ants with a magnifying glass!
Then, this happens…
Oh, well.
In other news, my script was approved last night for my super-sekrit comic project. Could be big news for the future. Then again, it could all fall through. I’ll keep you informed!
SEE? Imposter-syndrome is alive and well within me!
