It happens every once so often when you're young and more and more frequently as you grow older: you become part of the consumption - as potentially consumable object.
I remember my first self-worth test. The entry test to my secondary school. I had to write a short essay and fill in various grammar and history questions. I was very relaxed. Way too relaxed according to my parents. Why?
1. I really did not want to go to that school (because my best friend was attending another)
2. I had no idea whatsoever of the positive aspects it could have on my life - because my life was about my dog, climbing trees, pretending to be a adventurer, judo and inventing stories. And that was it. Attending an international school was not part of my plans.
The point is, I still had to prove to a bunch of other human beings that I was worthy enough of this school. And with age it only became worst: UCAS, job interviews, postgraduate applications, more job interviews, more applications, funding forms, internship interviews, VOLUNTEER (!) position interviews (pleeeeease employ me for some slave job for which I won't be paid!!) ...
The problem is: I am AWFUL at selling myself. I hate having to prove my worth. Either I am worth something or I am not - interviewers should see this by looking at my qualifications and having a chat with me, or simply trying me out. Because I cannot tell you why I am oh so great to do this job. It's always the same lines anyways.
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