Inferiority Complex 소설 & 이야기

I paid attention to what she was teaching and took notes. I watched as she scolded a guy in the class. He talked rudely to her. I hated my classmates. They were all filthy rich unlike me. But that's not why I hated them. It was the way they talked to the others, the way they behaved that angered me. Most of the people didn't talk with me because my status was not as high as their and I was not rich. But it's not like I was poor and starving. Mrs. Odin paid me well. Some of the people were nice enough to be my friends but I could see that they behaved friendly with me because they pitied me. And I didn't want their sympathy, I wanted real friends. I wasn't good at reading people so I couldn't

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?

"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.

In the end, she still can't refuse Zillion's demanding and pushy request. “Why do you always think about what other people say? A psychologist shouldn't have an inferiority complex like you. What Aaron said is right, you underestimate yourself even though you have many advantages that you never realized so far. Look, you have a beautiful face, you are attractive, and you also have hot sexy lips."

Yet again, he used the term ‘pathetic worm’ to describe her, an insult that hurt her deeply. “You dared not accept my feelings because you are afraid that the person I love is still Myra and that I have other motives for pursuing you. You thought about it a lot, yet you refused to believe that I love you. It’s your inferior self that made you believe an enemy like me will never fall in love with you. You don’t believe that you have what it takes to make me fall for you.” While Matthias emphasized his point, it sounded as though he was saying that to himself as well. They were both similar in character—if it wasn’t for their inferiority complex, the three of th

“No one knows how much pressure I’m under. Everything I do gets compared to you all. It was the same when I was studying. Even my teachers had taught you all. “If my grades were even slightly worse, people would point it out, saying my brothers were so excellent, so why was I so stupid? It pushed me to study hard. Luckily, I had some talent for academics and maintained good results. “I followed in all your footsteps the whole way, attending the same schools you all did, so people wouldn’t say I was inferior or that I brought shame to the York family.” Alex smiled. “I understand. Maybe all of us, except Zachary, have felt the same way at some point.” Zachary had no one to be compared to. He w

She did not deserve to be in the same room as everyone else. Why did she even attend the banquet in the first place? She would have been hard-hearted and stayed in the house. Olivia looked at the woman who was standing before her with envy. She was beautiful, she had a nice figure and she had a good family background. She was confident and she could do whatever she wanted. Only if she had a tenth of this woman’s courage, she would have been able to stand up for herself. But the inferiority complex in her would only make her want to quiver in fear. She did not have what it takes to face someone head-on. If not, she would not be feeling this humiliated.

Long enough for my chest to tighten with something dangerous. I poured myself a drink, letting the burn of vodka scorch my throat. Anything to keep from admitting the truth that lingered just behind my ribs. Missy wasn’t a distraction. She was a weakness. My weakness. I hated myself for it. I’d been trained my whole life to strip weakness from my body, my mind, my soul. Father made sure of it. He’d say things like, “You want mercy? Ask for it in your next life.” And he’d drive me into the dirt until my muscles gave out. No mistakes. No excuses. No softness.

"I hated the plans. I still hate the scale. But standing here... I feel it. I feel the compression. It's oppressive, yes, but it's honest. I've never felt more insignificant in my entire life." "That is the highest

The way his jaw clenched, the way his eyes shuttered, the way he recoiled. Like my touch had burned him. Like I was filth. Air lodged in my throat. Then he was gone. His scent. His weight. His heat. The door slammed shut, rattling the walls, and I was left alone. For the first time, something dark curled in my gut. Something ugly and jagged. Something I had never allowed myself to feel. Inferiority. I had never cared what people thought of me. Never let their opinions dictate my worth. But this?