I have done many things in my life. I know I did them. I was there.
I don’t feel a need to brag. I don’t have to point and yell “Hey! Look what I did! Look!”
I did it. I know it. It’s done. I have moved along, as they say (if not do).
There are people out there who DO feel the need to incessantly trumpet their meager “accomplishments” every day of their lives. I don’t think these people are trying to inform anyone of how accomplished they are. I think they crave external validation. They need that pat on the head, the little hug, the “Hey, great job dealing with the luck of the draw getting on The Price Is Right, winning a sewing machine and some much-needed mouthwash on a blind guess, and then going 0-for-12 in the one game that you could have won with a tiny bit of actual thought.”
People like this are begging to be propped up, to be told they matter, to be told their failures are actually successes.
(Hint: in a world where anyone can publish a book, it’s not until one counts the cost in time and effort and measures the return on that investment that one determines whether work has turned a profit. But if you think your time and effort has no value, who am I to judge your calculation of profit?)
Why? Who needs to be told they’re not an abject failure? Who needs constant validation so desperately?
Weak people. Uncertain people. Inadequate people.
But hey – it takes all kinds to make up a world.