I don't think we see ourselves as we are. We see ourselves as we think we are.
Looking at us people decide who and what we are, discern our capabilities, draw their conclusions from outward personna, ability to communicate, work and play ethic, and all of it based on sensory data, visual, auditory, perhaps a bit of gut instinct, that results in a perception of who we are. Basically what you see and hear is what you get. People, employers and friends and such take us at face value. If we feel like puddles of incompetence inside, if we feel less than we appear to be, if we think we are big losers pulling off a sham of the greatest proportions and yet no one on earth is any the wiser of it, then which are we?
Am I the miserable waste of skin that I think I am or am I that fabulous, together, go-get-em, hotsy totsy whirlwind that others believe I am. (I'm not speaking about me here, just writing...lest anyone think that I have ever been perceived as a hotsy totsy whirlwind
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What am I on about you may well be asking yourself here?
Well, clearly Doreen and others, including myself, feel we are incompetent, perhaps even underachievers, rather a bit of a let down in the performance and ability field, but if others see us in a different light, in fact see us as rather fabulous then which are we?
I have risen to my level of incompetence.
What should a person do when this happens?
You should celebrate, because apparently you were considered worthy! Revel in it because damn it you deserve it! You have pulled the wool over everyone's eyes to the extent that they believe in you and nothing remains now but to pull the wool over your own eyes and just be what you are perceived to be because apparently that's what you are!
I believe myself to be an incompetent boob! What do you believe me to be? And what the hell am I actually!?!? And the wheel goes round and round.
