I have a similar issue :/ I don't really know what to say...
as for a story? I dunno if it's good I once lost a job (that I hated.. they made us ignore health and safety... I got badly burnt, then got in trouble because I screamed. and they ripped us off on pay more than once, or called us in then sent us home after 2 minutes because they changed their minds about how many people they needed. That boss was later fired for her behaviour... ) partially because there was a tiny green tree frog in the freshly opened packet of diced lettuce. (
This was better than the time there was half a caterpillar... I don't know how the frog avoided being chopped, but i was happy for it. Instead of ...Idk, leaving it and letting it get fried or stepped on by accident, I spent about 15 minutes, trying to catch it, as it proceeded through the entire kitchen, then out into the dining areas. If you've never tried to catch a tiny frog, this is an energetic and somewhat acrobatic activity- those things can move. Much jumping and diving ensued. Also some crawling under tables, and finally, climbing onto a chair to fetch it off the wall, and into a takeaway tub, intended for coleslaw.
By the end of it, the boss... and all of the customers.. were fully aware that there was a tiny frog. Of course, I had no idea she was upset at that time, as she didn't want to draw more attention, or look bad in front of customers, by telling me off for playing catchfroggy. She said 'deal with it'...and I was trying to. The customers were variously rooting for the frog, or offering me advice. As my hands were wet to avoid hurting it, it wormed out of my grasp when I eventually got it- so the whole process continued for a few more minutes. I let it outside unharmed but slightly dazed. After my shift, I found it in the little 'nature stip', to take it to my mum's rainforest-style garden, which seemed a more suitable habitat.
It was about a week later they stopped calling me in- they never 'officially' fired me, so six months later when there was a public holiday for the show, and everyone was mysteriously 'sick' that day... I got a call out of the blue, as if they'd never stopped rostering me on, saying they needed me urgently. Since I was still annoyed at them (they'd ripped me and a couple of people off to the tune of $200 each by means of 'creative' accounting)I said SURE I could be there! (..I never said I WOULD ... ) Then went to the show. Oddly, 5 of the people who were 'too sick' to work were there *grins*
You probably won't like what I have to say but the best way to feel better about yourself is by having success in your life. Go forth and snag one of these opportunities, and you don't have to like doing it but just do it. It may pay off in the long run.
I think lots of people have low self esteem, the results of who know's what? Could be family, situations, or how you perceive yourself. I perceive myself as being ugly, and I get lots of reinforcement of that fact on DA. But you know, you just gotta deal with it and rise above it all. I know my family loves me, real people and not some internet bullies. What they think matters, no one else. Don't let negative people and thoughts rule you or make or break your day. Just think to yourself that you are one of a kind, and one of a kinds are more valuable than something that is mass produced.
My girlfriend beat the french olympic Judo representative 2 years ago in an MMA round. Audrey Tcheumeo came to Angers to honor us and decided to go on a one on one with a few of the more capable fighters. My girlfriend ended up tapping her.
I know exactly how you feel. I find if I graph my self esteem over a lifetime, I can notice a very small increase from the depths of my self-esteem that was high school school. I think that's the only thing that keeps me sane: Slim hope that time is, very very gradually, fixing this issue.
Yeah, missing out on the clap and and the new antibiotic resistant Gonorrhea makes me sad. If these STD's keep getting more and more resistant to penicillin and other antibiotics, pretty soon nothing will be curable.
For a story: About a month ago my cousin came over to visit me and my family for the weekend. So, we decided to make a bet with my dad that whoever beats the other in a basketball game the loser has to wear a pink dress like a Barbie, make-up and do a silly dance. Out of some sort of luck me and my cousin won. xD So we dressed up my dad in a BRIGHT pink dress, put so much make-up on him that it looks like a box of crayola markers raped his face and made him wear heels. Then he did a silly dance like that one troll face plz that dances.
Oh, also, if you want an entertaining story, here's my contribution:
I was at the cinema sometime last year, probably watching the Dark Knight Rises, or some other film. Anyway, during the adverts, that anti-piracy ad comes up with 'The Pirates' from that animated film. The backing track to it is Tenpole Tudor's Swords of a Thousand Men, which happens to be a favourite song of mine. I start singing away, and they cut the music before the end. In the silent seconds before the next ad, the whole cinema hears me sing the song.
When I was little, I pulled the head off one of my dolls by mistake. So what did I do? I made a little cardboard coffin and a burial shroud for the doll and held a funeral for it. I then buried it in the garden.
I used to have the worst self-esteem ever. I don't know what happened, but one day (shortly after I got rid of my pathetic mooch of an ex) I just woke up and felt happy with myself. I still have these days every once in a while where I feel awful all over again, but it usually doesn't last too long.
Now for my story. When I was about five or six, and my younger brother was three, our gran would come visit every Friday while my parents went out for a date or something similar. Once, when they came home, they found three pounds of deli-sliced cheese stuffed under the pantry door in the kitchen. It was all gross and melty, and when they asked who did it, my brother (quite proudly) said it was his idea, so my gran wouldn't eat all of the cheese. Apparently, this happened all the time at that age .-. He started doing it with other deli meat after that.
Sorry. I know how you feel and it's definitely frustrating.
As for a story. Last week in Sunday school, my nephew's (7yo) class was learning about the creation of the world. Each kid was drawing something about the various stages and my nephew was to draw "the beasts of the land." Thanks to him I now know the garden of eden housed a Bigfoot
I used to be like that. Then suddenly I realized that I am awesome and that I love myself and I've been that way ever since. I really don't know what happened. I think somebody injected me with something
I was out walking my dog one day and she wanted to play so she started biting me and wouldn't stop so I had to get my mom to come get me and the dog. I come home to find 80% of my body covered in bruises. The next day at school, my teacher asked me where I got my sweater and when I pulled it off my head I was in the office talking to the counselors, dean, student safety adviser, principal, and assistant principal. Then, they called the police to investigate my case. I was walking out of the school behind a police man while my friends were staring at me wondering what happened. I had to wait at the police station while the officers switched duties and I was driven home by the police to question me, my mom, and my sister. The dog jumped on the police when they came through the door. She was excited to see new people. In the end, the dog wasn't taken away and the bruises healed.
Low self esteems a big killer of achievement, it's unfortunate for us that in this world ATM an inflated sense of ones worth is deemed a great asset whether it's warranted or not.
But you have to fake it to make it so they say, but TBH I just can't handle the lack of sincerity you need to do this. I usually can never describe myself without making -seemingly- disparaging comments, at best it's in jest, at worst it's just truth. I suppose it's hard to be genuine when you have a realistic mind set. Which is what it is... Confidence seems to be for most people just a form of justified pretension. If you think yourself as just average not even going in to levels of lowliness it's likely to be misconstrued as lack of confidence. Like if you are going for a job interview and they ask you how good you are at filing, what response do think will help land the job?; "I'm sufficient" Or "Yes, I am very confident in my level of skill at filing documents". Spoiler, it's the latter whether you can file or not.
Anyways, When I was a little girl, I introduced myself to preschool as follows: "My name is Erin but I'd like to be called Vacuum Cleaner." Maybe I'd been watching too much Brave Little Toaster or something.
Story time! Oh God, I can't think of anything right now. And entertaining? My family should be in the entertainment industry.
One time, I was six or seven in the first grade and I had a small chalk board at home. Heck, I even wrote under my kitchen table. Being the enthusiastic artist that I was () , I used up all my fun and colorful chalk. My First grade teacher, had a pack of chalk on his desk, which was kind of like in the center of the classroom. Not a bright place to be if you don't want little thieving children touching your stuff.
So sometimes, when he's not looking I'd take some chalk and hide it under my sleeve. I swear, I'm such a sneaky little shit. I'd go home with the chalk and draw away and even pretend to be a teacher writing really stupid assignments on my board like "Today, we will learn how many colors of doo-doo there is" or " Today, we will learn how to blink". Back in school, trying to steal some more chalk, I thought I could take some chalk while a student was there. The student was talking to the teacher. Yup, I wanted to steal chalk when both of them were right in front of me. I think the teacher was talking to another student, but the student that was eying me trying to take the chalk raised her eye brow and even smirked. Like how stupid was I to steal fucking chalk. So she asked me when we sat back down on our seats.
Girl:"Were you trying to take chalk from the teacher? " Me:"Yea " Girl:"Why? "
Me:"To make baby powder"
Girl: What!? She laughed so loud that the whole class turned their heads. I was quite embarrassed but I also laughed at myself. She was so cool not to tell, but I continued stealing chalk.
That's why I left home, originally. I was so shy and wimpy that I figured the only way to break me of it would be to force myself into a situation I couldn't handle by being shy and wimpy, ie, living on my own in a place where I knew nobody. It was hard. The crazy thing is, I got better at not being so lame, and when I came back four years later, my best friend was still waiting for me. And is still my best friend after like, 11 years.
Now for a crazy, unbelievable and completely true story: My grandpa, when he was a younger guy, had an enormous friend. Guy was built like some barrels stacked together. He was also the town drunk. One winter night he stumbled out and passed out in the gutter. Just a few minutes later, a snowplow passed through. Drove right over him... and the guy wasn't even bruised. No damage at all. Being built like a truck himself, and cushioned by snow, the truck passed right over.
One Sunday when I was little me and my family went to have a picnic by the river. It was a lovely day, the sun was shining, the birds were singing. I saw some geese swimming in the river. Little me thought they were big ducks. And I liked ducks. I had gotten to feed ducks and that was very fun.
So I asked my mommy if I could go play with the geese. She told me no. But I was little and I thought I knew better. I took a biscuit when my family wasn't looking and toddled off. I broke the biscuit in half and started to nibble on it. I broke little pieces off of one of the halves and started to throw bits of biscuits to the geese.
Now before I go farther let me tell you what I was wearing. I was wearing a lovely Sunday dress with petticoats and lace. I liked these kinds of dresses because I felt like a princess.
So I was throwing crumbs to the geese and the gees were not satisfied with crumbs and I was little so they decided to take the biscuit from me, and seeing as I was so little, they might eat me too. I realized what was happening and took off running. Little me ran through the mud, and slipped, coating my dress in mud. I got up and kept running, convinced my mom and dad would save me. Which they did.
But then mom scolded me for ruining my dress and playing with the geese even though she told me not to. Then they took me home. Then the cherry on top was as soon as I got home, I got stung by a bee.
And that is why I hate geese.
It's not a funny story to me, but some people laugh when I tell them.
Princess-RufflebuttFeatured By OwnerFeb 11, 2013Student General Artist
One time when I was really little(think like 2 years old), I was afraid of the drain in my bathtub and I thought there was a monster there that was going to get me. Anyways, my aunt was giving me a bath one day when I farted in the bath tub. I saw the bubbles from my fart and thought the monster was under the water or something and I started to cry. I got out of the bathtub and wouldn't get back in.
So I broke up with my boyfriend Friday, and the fact that I took it so well leads me to wonder if it was even a legitimate relationship at all. Plus he mentioned that his "perspective is changing" on his sexuality.
So, it's January in the prairies of Canada, and we've just had an unbelievably warm day for this time of month. I'm back in my old second story apartment, and seize the chance to air the place out by having the balcony door open for awhile before we close it for the night.
In the early hours of the morning, I wake up. I had fallen asleep on the couch, and to my feet is the balcony door. As my eyes open, the door swings open slowly. I think to myself that the wind has just blown it open (as had happened plenty during the summer) and sigh because I really don't feel like getting up to close it.
And then I see the silhouette of someone slowly creeping it.
Terrified, I leap up, war cry and lunge at the door with the full force of my body. I must have scared the shit out of whoever was breaking in, because they took off fast enough that the door didn't slam right on them. It was actually pretty impressive
My mother had her tubes tied in her twenties, by a doctor who specialized in those sorts of operations. After she got married, in her early thirties, she almost immediately (as in, less than a month) became pregnant with my older sister. Needless to say, she wasn't happy, but never considered getting an abortion and came to terms (no pun intended. Really) with the pregnancy. By the time my sister got here, Mom was very happy to have her. Five years after the birth of my sister (Faith), my parents decided they wanted another child, and so prayed (my family is non-denominational) for a little girl with red hair and blue eyes. They got me (I have red hair and blue eyes). Everyone in my family has brown hair, except for a blonde cousin. My mother has brown eyes, which are dominant, and my dad has blue. A lot of people tell me I'm a genetic fluke.
(I like parenthesis wooooo)
Low self esteem sucks! I DEMAND YOU CHEER UP RIGHT THIS MINUTE YOUNG LADY.
That's a bummer. Self esteem is an awesome and terrible thing all wrapped in one... Hopefully things turn up though, and you'll get back into the swing of things.
Apparently there was an old schoolhouse on a hill behind my college, and some anthropology professors were going to excavate part of it to help get a range of dates. They were looking for the outhouse because they expected the children to have thrown their trash, trinkets, books, and other random items that they maybe needed to hide down the hole, and the past few excavations had been unsuccessful in finding much more than the wood of the foundations. As they were methodically going through the layers with a trowel, one of them scraped something that wasn't soil, releasing a terrible smell. And of course, they had to extricate whatever it was from the ground. It seems that one of the other professors liked to bury his cats on that hill, and they had been laid to rest inside plastic bags, which had kept the decomposing cats from being incorporated into the soil. Needless to say, they weren't thrilled, because their first thought was that they had stumbled onto a body dump, and would have to deal with the police before moving forward with their excavation. They ended up poking through the remains to determine they were cats, and not people, and the collar tag was traced back to some physics professor. And they still have yet to find the outhouse, or the trash they were looking for.
... Well, maybe it's a little morbid, but I got a good chuckle hearing about it in one of my anthropology classes.
You need to remember that you are Midnight Dreary. Life is your soup, and fortune is your spoon! That you are a strong, capable woman who's done so much as is and always has more to her for whatever out there may beckon!
Plus, hey, you've survived how many years living in Australia? That's gotta be something.
If all else fails, listen to some riveting music. Eye of the Tiger, Guile's Theme, Fight to Survive, and the Wild Arms 2 Knight Blazer theme ALWAYS get me fired up and motivated.
Now, an entertaining story... Once at a dance in high school, I stole a cardboard cutout of a penguin from one of the displays for my date. She told me she thought it was cute and she'd want it, and I jokingly suggested she steal it. We shared a brief chuckle... then we looked at each other. We knew what had to be done. I snatched it up and, since this thing was kinda big, the only way to get it out was to awkwardly walk with it between us, so we stayed super close and walked down several halls to get outside to her ride. Only two other students noticed us, just gave us a strange look and kept on walking. She got her penguin, I got brownie points, and we all went home happy.