Time and time again I find myself feeling incredibly put down by nobody else but myself. Why is it that we only ever believe the bad stuff? Seriously though.
Like the time I got five matches in a row on Tinder (yes, I was on Tinder for a brief moment - the shame) and the only logical reason for the numerous likes was because Tinder must be broken. Not because they liked my face, my travel pictures or my incredibly hilarious tagline. The only singular reason could be that Tinder was broken. Even some of my friends think the same when they get a match. Either that or it's a darn miracle.
When I see somebody I know in the street, I think to myself "well they're not going to want to talk to me, so keep walking". Why I think this, I don't know, because lets face it. I'm a hoot! Except when I'm not.
Me receiving compliments is a force to be reckoned with. When offers a compliment a piece of me dies on the inside, or I question the motives of the compliment giver within an inch of their life. "Who are you? What do you want? Who do you work for? Just take my money and run, why don't you?". In all seriousness, compliments are a tricky social skill I have yet to perfect.
So as we are now definitely in 2016, I'm gonna man up and accept my badness. That is the one and only key.
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