The Insecurity Paradox: Notes from Amnesia Lane

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To what degree to you care what other people think?

This is a loaded question. To make a long answer short: I care less than most people do, but I still care more than I like to admit.

The Insecurity Paradox

When I was younger—specifically junior high and the start of high school—other people’s opinions were my entire world. My self-esteem was non-existent, fueled by an insecurity so deep it almost felt like arrogance. I walked the halls staring at my feet, and if I heard whispering or laughter, I moved with the absolute certainty that I was the punchline. It’s a strange paradox; you have to have a massive ego to assume everyone around you is focused on you. It wasn’t paranoia that people were out to get me—it was the crushing fear that they were laughing at me.

I worried about the clothes, the hair, the speech, and the “popularity” of the friends I kept. I wanted to be liked.

The France Turning Point

A trip to France after my sophomore year changed everything. Seeing a culture that was more laid-back—less focused on the “bigger, better, faster, more” mentality of the U.S.—shifted my internal compass. I came back as a junior and realized I didn’t really give a shit what my peers thought of me anymore.

The Villain in Someone Else’s Story

That isn’t to say I didn’t still feel the sting of individual opinions. I remember “The Wrestler,” a kid who tripped me in the halls, causing me to drop my books and look the fool. Word got back to me that he did it because I “got along with too many people.” Even 35 years later, I remember that because it taught me a vital lesson: people will hate you for the most ridiculous reasons.

I’m taking this stroll down “amnesia lane” to remind myself that no matter what you do, you’re going to be the villain in someone’s story. We only control two things: how we treat others and how we react to them. Beyond that, people will cast whatever aspersions they see fit.

Stopping the Performance

I’ve carried this into my professional life. I don’t “kiss ass” with administration; that feels insincere. I’m simply the worker I am. In my romantic life, I’ve stopped trying to perform. I once spent way too much energy trying to impress a woman I met on a dating app—building her up in my head and trying to be someone I wasn’t. It didn’t work. We don’t talk. I finally unfollowed her.

The point is, I’m at a stage where I’m not doing myself any favors by pretending. Sure, I shower, comb my hair, and wear deodorant. First impressions matter, and I know how hard it is for someone to win me over after a bad one.

The Bottom Line

So, I circle back to the start: I don’t think I care as much about the opinions of others—or their general outlook on life—as the average person does. But if I’m honest, I still care more than I tend to realize. It’s a work in progress, but at least now, I’m doing the work.

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5 responses to “The Insecurity Paradox: Notes from Amnesia Lane”

  1. justrojie Avatar

    I used to care what my parents though and wanted to live for them but I realized I gotta live for myself

    1. rebuilding rob Avatar

      There’s a great line Superman (2025) where Jonathan Kent tells Clark: “Parents aren’t for telling their children who they’re supposed to be. We’re here to give y’all the tools to help you make fools of yourselves all on your own”

      It’s sad because there are parents to out there who want to dictate to their kids who they are

      1. justrojie Avatar

        That’s my parents lol telling me all the time what to do, how to act, and who to be

  2. Liz Avatar

    I was bullied for what I wore. My hair colour. And just generally being picked on. This all started for me from a young age.

    Bullying got worse when I was in comprehensive.

    I have been bullied in one job. The difference then to when I was at school, I wasn’t going to take the crap. And it just wasn’t me then. It was my colleague too. We also heard about being accused of stealing.

    A meeting was arranged especially for just the NHS staff. So I revealed everything that me and my colleague was getting. And everyone else who attended this meeting had similar stories. They were certainly put in the place after. (The management and supervisors.)

    I left eventually and basically gave two fingers. Not literally. But I gave my two cents.

    I mostly don’t give a crap to what people think of me. The only time I speak up is when I had that bullying I mentioned before and being called a thief whether directly or indirectly. I see red and I cannot control what comes out of my mouth if I am labelled a thief based on past experience I had as a child.

    1. rebuilding rob Avatar

      I hate bullies almost as much as I hate being accused of something I’m innocent of.

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