Most Helpful Girl
Liberating, but I only have high self-esteem in a few areas of my life... but you should too... self-esteem can come from things you are good at (it helps if you can admit you're good at it), and I think you wouldn't have reached Guru level if you weren't good at something...1
Most Helpful Guy
Bro, it call comes down to realizing everybody's an asshole. Maybe my job brings me to too many Walmarts where I see the dregs of society in droves and it's over-inflated my opinion of myself, but just knowing I'm not that guy who thinks it's acceptable to go to Walmart in pajama pants and a stained wife-beater gives me a leg up on an all-too-significant portion of the population. I feel great before I even get done assessing these people on a physical level. Once you get digging and see how stupid people are too, you feel even better about what you bring to the table. I know this all sounds mean, but let's keep it real one time. Not even saying I'm the best of the best, but self-esteem starts with realizing you aren't the worst of the worst either.
Rule #2: fuck everybody. Obviously give everyone basic and decent human respect, but also remember that these other people are flesh and bone with all kinds of flaws and insecurities that they've outwardly hidden and masked with false confidence and bravado, just like you and me. So don't worry so much about how they assess you, just try to impress yourself.
Approval from others is all bullshit. Take my job for example: most days I'm out trying to make sales or do quality control checks at stores and shaking hands and fake laughing at the lame jokes of said stores' management. I get dressed up nice, a sport coat and a pocket square, a sweater and tie, maybe even a full suit. Random people on the street tell me I look good as I walk by. Other days, I help out my staff with heavy delivery workloads or covering guys who are out. Those days I wear a raggedy company polo and shorts, and I'm dusty and grimy from soot and dirt on the boxes that come from the warehouse, and I'm on the sales floor putting product on the shelves. The way I get treated by people -- store management, store associates, customers, the person at the counter of wherever I stop for lunch-- NIGHT AND DAY. When I'm dressed up, people call me "sir", as I said before, randos will compliment my outfit, and workers in the stores I go to sometimes just say "hello, sir" in passing for no reason. People think I'm wicked important and I can feel them uncomfortably fumbling around and trying to impress me. In the ratty polo and shorts, no one pays me any mind. Management and associates alike at these stores treat me like a fucking clown. Point is, at 5 o'clock, I'm just Steve The Guy again, not Steve The Executive or Steve The Unskilled Laborer, but...1
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