“You know, don’t you get sick of me ranting to you about work all the damn time?”
“Well, I know that you won’t be doing that if you can seek other outlet to vent your unhappiness. I don’t know how to help you at work, the best solution that I can provide, is to listen to you talk about your troubles.”
I wish life is always easy, and selfish.
“Why don’t you say that I am, perhaps, not suitable for this job? Or I asked for it by remaining in this position, feeling like a fraud when people seek advice?”
Imposter syndrome is unfortunately real, and very real. Didn’t they always say, fake it till you make it. I haven’t quite made it yet, but I already feel the heat from faking it.
“Why should I? When I know that I can support you in whatever ways I can, through your doubts. You don’t need more questions, more statements, but more support and reassurance whenever there’s fear. Who am I to tell you, that you asked for it?”
It feels both oddly comforting to see people cheering you because you are you, and weird because you are used to people who made you question your decisions (some poorly made) or existence in life.
I guess, we can do nothing, but just to try.
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