Yesterday was a very introspective day. I hurt my back last week, as a result, Iām on light duties for the next couple of days. So I have lots of mindless repetitive tasks where my mind just wanders.
Yesterday I was questioning this āsocial anxietyā. Why do I think everyone hates me? Is their any evidence that this is even true? And I came to the conclusion that No, their is none.
Over that last few years, Iāve came across very few people who didnāt like me. Most people like me a lot. Even women, I thought to myself āHow many women have I gotten close to in that last few years that didnāt like me?ā The answer is none. They all had a thing for me
So this outdated belief that everyone hates me needs to go. I think I just gotta keep reminding myself of this fact until my subconscious accepts it.
But this also brings up another important point, why do I feel the need to be liked by everyone? No one likes everyone, I certainly donāt. So why do I seek it from others?
I think it has to do with my upbringing. My parents always stressed to āBe nice, thatās what we are know for!ā But being nice doesnāt earn you respect. The older I got, the more apparent this became. And it really started to bother me.
I started working out, and pretty soon all the girls in high school were drooling over me, and men were jealous of me. So naturally men started poking fun at me, trying to find ways to bring me down to their level. But with my ānice guy programmingā I always just laughed it off. I rarely had a witty response. And I think this lead to me developing a sort of inferiority complex. I felt like a doll, something nice to look at but no real social presence. Itās like I was too nervous to poke fun at them, it almost felt like bullying for me to do it. Making fun of someone beneath you just looks bad on you. So I couldnāt bring myself to do it.
But then theyād make jokes about me being stupid and lazy because I got bad grades and never tired in school⦠Some friends huh