...If I didn't know any better, I could be living in fucking China all this time and didn't know it
There are job openings that I saw that I gave me a good feeling that I CAN do it, but I always end up listening to that inner voice that says I'm not smart enough, creative enough or talented enough for that opening...so I never end up sending in my resume.
Me: Oooh! Flora assistant! Assist Flora Designer in creating new or duplicating current floral decor designs. No experience required. Spoken language is English. I can do this.
Inner voice: So you want to be a florist? Don't you have to be talented to be able to do that?
Me: But it's better than nothing and I think I can really do--
Inner voice: You're not even creative.
I often times think that my inner voice that serves to rob me of my confidence in doing anything and my mother are the same person.
Both make me feel ugly, stupid and useless.
Cheers to misery