Last weekend I was at a drink with all the very hip Amsterdam crowd. I knew some of them a bit, but most of them only scratched the superficial in this type of gathering. Usually, I like it; I can do a little small talk and often find it nice to have this kind of people around me because I can put on a confident face. It boosts my self-confidence.<\/p>\n
But this weekend was counterproductive. When asked, "And what are you doing now?" I just didn’t have an uplifting answer, and I didn’t want to pour out my soul to half a stranger. So, it became a sport to avoid this question and to keep the other person talking, but it was really no longer enjoyable.<\/p>\n
With every conversation, my self-image continued to dwindle until nothing was left in the end, and I left the building with tears in my eyes. Sometimes you just have such a time when your life doesn’t seem as successful as it appears to others. Everyone does it, but what I know are all the rational answers, and yet it doesn’t feel that way in these moments.<\/p>\n
And maybe that’s the only thing I can give as advice: it’s just okay to not be okay. Of course, try to keep it a little under control over what is reasonable, but during this time, it is almost impossible to compare yourself with others. And sometimes it makes sure that you feel like a fool, even if you probably know that this is not necessary.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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