Inferiority Complex Novelas e Histórias

He rises his brows, suspiciously, and I fiercely glare at him as his tiny accusation filters through and offends me on a serious level. “I’m no spy, and I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m white, because much like my mother, I lack a pigment… it’s not rare because it’s special, it’s a flaw! Diluted bloodline, or some nonsense, and not actually desirable at all. In my world, I’m an outcast because I’m inferior, so screw your theory. No one cares about that kind of intel, least of all me.” It’s an angry outburst with a basis in old wounds and heartache and I croak with a raw harsh tone in my voice, biting back a surprising tear as it comes out. My own inferiority issues peeking and t

The night my girlfriend, Lesley Cohen—whom I've financially supported for years—officially announces her relationship with Archie Gould, the System determines that I have failed my mission and strips me of my "saint's heart". From that moment on, I stop caring about her future and focus entirely on my career, eventually landing a spot among the Fortune 500. However, once I withdraw all financial support, Lesley confronts me with tearful eyes. "You always said that loving someone means giving them everything they want or need without asking for anything in return!" I'm baffled. She is the one who finds my money filthy, so why is she suddenly being so calculating about it now?

So, let's do a little thinking, shall we? We were the same people who thought, looks can bring us a better luck in life. But what about the good looking people who are victims of our judgemental mind? Are they leaving a better life? Is life better with criticism here and there? No. It is in our blood to suffer from inferiority complex, hence the jealousy. Now, you will say that all these speeches are because I'm beautiful. Some of you may call me conceited. But give me a chance to explain, okay?

He poked me on the head fiercely, I was on the verge of bursting into tears. "I didn't scoff at you" I managed to say. "Are you trying to say that I am a liar?" "N-No" I stuttered, shaking my head vehemently. Elle growled inside of me, wishing she could come to my rescue but what could two weaklings do, than to accept their fate. I hated both Conan and Claire but I loathed myself even more. All my life, I have lived with a sense of inferiority, wondering why I couldn't have a perfect life like others. Most of the females that I know looked like porcelain dolls, while I was nothing to write home about.

"Is this it? Is this everything you learned in a week? Is this the best you can do?" He stood up, approached me and trapped me between the sink. "You know, when you rejected me, I thought you were all that. I thought you were so perfect, but now I know you aren't even all that. You can't do anything and you have a superiority complex. You are nothing but a pretty face." I breathed heavily, a lump forming in my throat and tears instantly filled my eyes. My hand flew before I could stop myself and it landed on his face although it barely moved.

Zoe started babbling. "Do you think I'm a three-year-old?" "No, but that's the truth." "Zoe York, you've never been someone with an inferiority complex." "That's all in the past. The moment I left the Levine family, I felt more and more inferior about myself. Each time I was with you, I felt so much pressure. I thought it was better to cut short the pain instead of prolonging the agony, so I asked Jay for help." "Just because of some so-called pressure?"

After all, that was the strongest presence he felt ever since arriving at Shagan, and he really wanted to test himself against it. "Well, go on!" The black-haired geezer gloated gleefully. "Perhaps you're now realizing your insignificance, that you wouldn't measure up to us?" "I won't lie—I've met plenty of ignorant younglings like you joining some measly outfit and suddenly feeling invincible just because you're in the company of the strong. Have you ever considered that even if you're special, there's hundreds and thousands of others like you? What gives you the right to even think that you're peerless?"

The distance that had formed during his absence left him feeling even more like he was on his own. Max was acutely aware of the significant rank advancements his friends had achieved in his absence. He couldn't help but compare himself to them, fueling his self-doubt and intensifying the belief that he was far behind, both professionally and emotionally. Max struggled with feelings of inadequacy, fearing that his inability to save Jimmy had forever hindered his own potential for success.

"What? What's that facial expression for, Claire? It's not like it's not true, I mean, it's really obvious though. First of all, Navier is a hunred percent prettier than you. Second of all, she's a hunredfold more wiser and smarter than you, she's a detective, a mastermind and obviously a genius. Third of all, she's taller than you. Fourth of all, her family is more influencial, wealthier, and more powerful. Fifth reason, she's perfect in almost everything while you struggle to surpass her but you can't even be compared to her, even an inch! Sixth reason, she's an angel while you're a she-devil. Seventh reason, you--" "Shut up! Shut up! Adharia this! Adharia that! Don't you think I don't kno

Devyn screamed out. Anderson casually checked his nails, not having a care in the world. “That’s right. You’ve never done anything. You’ve never tried anything at all. You were just born with a gold spoon in your mouth, and you were given everything straight from birth! I sacrificed everything to gain the strength that I have today, but Arlo just had to be born stronger than anyone else! No matter how hard I tried, I’ll never be as strong as you!” “And how’s that my problem?” I asked, raising one of my eyebrows. “You did all of this just because you have an inferiority complex? I once thought that you were such a strong person, but now I know that you’re nothi