No One

Hi there, awful to meet you, my name is No One. You might have heard about me from some of your friends, or we've met before and I just don't remember. I wouldn't, because it's you and why would I want to remember you. Oh, that was a rhetorical question, please don't answer that...or do, go ahead and embarrass yourself again. You are good at it, and we all have to be good at something.

Anywho, I just popped in to make sure that you weren't getting too full of yourself...wouldn't want you to develop a sense of self-worth or something like that. I see that you are still just as scared and anxious as always, though, so yay for me. Listen, don't listen to this Eleanor person. She seems a little full of herself and we know what they say about self-assured women. I'll give you a hint, it rhymes with "hitch."

Okay, gotta go now! Off to do more important things than you, ta ta!

Postscript by Yours Truly:

Sometimes acknowledging that I feel inferior allows me to get past the feeling of inferiority. And sometimes if I pretend I was unaffected by someone's words or actions that feeling just sits in my gut and grows into something more beastly. People hurt my feeling sometimes and that's ok, because I am human. However, the people who hurt my feelings or made me feel less than won't always be willing to help me heal from that, so I have to do the hard work of overcoming that feeling so that I can become wiser and kinder and more resilient. Anyway, have a beautiful weekend and overcome, overcome, overcome!