self-esteem
self-esteem: I don’t have it.
But we knew that.
Something someone “said” online the other day, though, reminded me of the most ironic part of my mother’s beating my self-esteem into the ground.
She used to make fun of me, for being identified at school as “gifted”.
“Gifted, shmifted. She has no common sense and neither do her little gifted friends.” Ha, common sense I believe is learned, and I had no role models that had any.
She used to give my brother prizes for getting Bs. “oh you don’t need any of that, you’re doing fine.”
Yeah, right. I’m doing JUST FUCKING FINE. Thanks mom.
(As a matter of fact, just the other day she claimed she did a good job with us. I tried to set her right. But, just like everyone else I try to talk to, I don’t think she heard me)
(btw in case you’re wondering, the post “irony” referred to some guy who proved my point, on his blog, after I commented.)
I think my favorite entries are the ones about your family, although they’re all great. You are absolutely a gifted writer. I think your mom’s just jealous! I also think you would have a lot of friends if anyone realized how completely entertaining you are, with such a dry sense of humor. You could write for television!