I used to hate praise.
Nobody ever meant it, permanently. Whenever someone spoke highly of me, it would always fade away, eventually. I would become bitter, deciding that no one could deal with me being human.
Oh, I liked the good when it was being said. It seemed to fill some need that I had. I felt worth something, important, when others sang my praises. And that made the crash all the worse, when the singing stopped.
The problem wasn’t that other people were flaky. The problem wasn’t that people stopped liking me. The problem was that I was a praise junkie. I needed that pat on the back, to believe that I was worthy. But, we don’t constantly praise even our closest friends.
And we need a constant, positive soundtrack, running in the background throughout our daily lives. The problem is, nobody is going to follow us around, encouraging us and doing a running commentary on how awesome we are. There is only one place that the dialogue can come from.
We need to stop looking on the outside, for what can only come from within.
Praise feels good, but it’s fleeting. We need to give ourselves the gift of a positive inner dialogue.
You’re resisting that notion. You think that there are enough people who think they are all that and a bag of potato chips. The world is full of arrogant people, and you don’t want to be one of them.
But look at the “arrogant” people you know. Is it possible that they are compensating, for a very low self-worth? Are they needing to put others down, in order to feel valid?
Do we really need to be so afraid of being arrogant, that we can’t place ourselves on even terms with the rest of the world? Do we need to view ourselves as being separate, as being less? Wouldn’t we be able to give more to others, if we saw ourselves as being worthy?
Try it for a day. Treat yourself as you treat others. Disregard those negative voices, and give a microphone to the positive.