Inferiority Complex Novelas e Histórias

I knew at that moment that I had just crossed my boundary. ////////////////////////////////// Okay, so I have decided to give each chapter a status Frenzy(easy to write) Cranky( not easy) Frenzy but a little Cranky, you know what that is. This is imperfection, the first trilogy.

“Then you're basically admitting that you know you’re basic, just like the rest of us. And you know it. I wonder where this superiority complex came from. Probably from always being praised and treated higher than everyone else. But deep down you know you are not that special. But you’ll do everything to try and get rid of those thoughts, which is why you were so desperate for my approval. Because if there’s one person that isn’t going along with what everyone says and praising you for absolutely nothing. Then your world fucking shatters. And what’s revealed, is incompetency.” END OF FIRST ARC

But, now I see, all of that was futile. “ I had the same opportunities you had, yes, but they never felt like mine. I felt like an impostor, each time I had a grand dream. And I hate that I was made to feel like a common thief in my own father’s house." “ That sounds to me like your own inferiority complex speaking to you. I can tell you as a matter of fact that no one saw you as inferior. No one thought of you any less than you are. You’ve always been a part of us. And my mother? She made sure you never had to feel neglected”

"What?" "I was expecting that you'd tell me to back off because I'm not good enough for her," that took me by surprise. I looked at the unworldly hot boy from head to toe with an awkward smile stuck to my face. "You know," he nervously scratched the back of his head. "I'm not very attractive and my family isn't as wealthy as hers. I don't have expensive vehicles like the rest of my friends. I'm not social and…" he continued to ramble, listing his bad qualities. His babbling reminded me of what I did to myself anytime I thought about how I didn't deserve Zayne. He felt exactly as I felt. Secretly, we both felt inferior compared to the people we loved.

After facing their continues taunting, I began to feel inferior about myself. I wanted to start a business on my own but due to my inferiority complex I could not start a business..I know I have to meet up with many people to build up my company but how can I sustain my business when I have no confidence in myself..So I gave up that idea and joined a company in my hometown as an accountant.. Few months later, The owner of the company I was working was ordered me to work in main branch in coimbatore for a few months because main branch need urgent accountant to work there..I also went to work there with no other option..

Why do I feel somehow offended by her words? “You are a person who is sweet to everyone, Natalia, even those who don’t deserve it, you treat everyone around you gently, I know it would sound noble and good to you, but combine that with your other characteristics, for example, you tend to avoid confrontations, even when you are wronged, you easily forgive others, and you just let go on things whenever faced with the slightest disapproval, you see, these are the signs of defeatist personality with an inferiority complex, which means your actions, your behavior which I just explained, isn’t out of pure sweetness and kindness, but out of fear and the feeling of un

You’ll be known. I frowned at my own thoughts. My heart started aching at the mention of feeling inferior. It had been so long, I thought the insecurities were long dead. Yet here they were, coming back with maximum force, reminding me of the times these people had downgraded me into nothing but trash.

— But if you’re asking whether we’ve slept together… — No — I cut him off, fast, heat rushing to my face. — I just meant… someone like you and someone like me… I wouldn’t think it was ever like that. — Ah, right. The inferiority complex. — He laughs through gritted teeth. — I forgot about that. I stop for a second, meeting his gaze, serious. — It’s not inferiority. It’s inadequacy. There’s a difference. And I can’t believe I told you that.

“That, my brother, is a straight load of malarkey shit. No one is good enough or bad enough. It’s not about being good or bad or anything in between. What you think about yourself makes no sense, and if you persist in that, I’ll have to smack you upside the cranium or karate chop you in the epiglottis to make my point.” “Christ, that’s quite vicious and aggressive.” “It is, but everyone knows my bark is worse than my bite. Now, back to the inferiority complex that you seem to have developed, or mediocrity complex, or whatever it is you have going on. Is that a lesson that your shit for brains of an arsewipe rotten fart that lingers forever father taught you? H

With my short height in comparison to his and his well-built hulk body in comparison to my slim body which looked like I am in size zero, made me look like an ant in front of a mountain, giving me complex. Ignoring the differences in size and the inferiority complex developing in me, I said what I wanted to say “If you think holding me captive will destroy my life and I will become dumb and insane like you, then you are highly mistaken. The moment I will step out of this haunted pathetic house, I will forget everything about you and all the things you would make me go through. Do you know why?” I jabbed a finger on his chest.