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kari
I got a decent career break recently, and it felt pretty good at first, although scary and daunting at the same time. It's a big deal for me, because I spent a lot of years doing low prestige jobs that embarrassed me and barred me from socializing with people I wanted to socialize with. I'm not a status whore exactly, it's just that my interests aren't the interests that people of low social status tend to share. So I've just been alone and bitter.
Now it's getting to the point where if one of those people who rejected me were to ask, "What do you do?" I might be able to tell them without them recoiling in disgust.
Only, I'm not really in the mood. I'm feeling down actually. Every time my standing improves, the picture of the past gets even grimmer in my head. The regrets about all the wrong turns and disasters get even heavier. I say, "Why did I do this? Why did I do that? I made a fool out of myself so many times. I could have spared myself so much grief if I'd only made a different choice at that juncture."
And also, as I move up, I really can't shake the feeling that I just don't belong. I'm a disgusting piece of trash that's contaminating this space, and someone's going to out me any minute. They don't want me here. Shit, I'm sweating like a killer in church. It's unbearable. I just want to go back to the shit hole I came from and stay there. I don't want to live as a pest in someone else's house.
So I just feel like working to better myself is pointless because it just makes me feel even more shame over the past, and I know these people don't want me here.
Now it's getting to the point where if one of those people who rejected me were to ask, "What do you do?" I might be able to tell them without them recoiling in disgust.
Only, I'm not really in the mood. I'm feeling down actually. Every time my standing improves, the picture of the past gets even grimmer in my head. The regrets about all the wrong turns and disasters get even heavier. I say, "Why did I do this? Why did I do that? I made a fool out of myself so many times. I could have spared myself so much grief if I'd only made a different choice at that juncture."
And also, as I move up, I really can't shake the feeling that I just don't belong. I'm a disgusting piece of trash that's contaminating this space, and someone's going to out me any minute. They don't want me here. Shit, I'm sweating like a killer in church. It's unbearable. I just want to go back to the shit hole I came from and stay there. I don't want to live as a pest in someone else's house.
So I just feel like working to better myself is pointless because it just makes me feel even more shame over the past, and I know these people don't want me here.