So much for the Day of Gratitude posts. I just sort of flaked on that. Oh well. I’m grateful … um … okay … here is one: I’m grateful no one reads this aside from me, so I’m only disappointing myself! Hah!

But moving on … I was thinking today about imposter’s syndrome, which I have, and how it’s absolutely not just about my music or photography. It’s about life. And I’ve had it forever. I remember even as a young child thinking people were just pretending to be my friend. That they didn’t really want to be with me, but sort of were either faking me out or pitying me. I’m not sure which is worse! But I never felt as if I had a genuine friend.

Is that bizarre? Am I alone in this?

I still wonder if someone really enjoys being with me or are just pretending because they either feel forced to deal with my presence or pity me.

Gosh, I think I sound absolutely crazy!