My inferiority complex
I have an inferiority complex. I have had for as long as I can remember, and I expect I always will have. And I expect it’s something that oodles of people go through life with.
It has become less pronounced over time, but it still comes along in some form wherever I go. And occasionally I overcompensate through arrogance, aggression or false confidence.
Perhaps on a related topic, there was one moment at school that stood out as being particularly horrible. I was in the penultimate year of junior school and was gearing up—in whatever way a nine-year-old can—to transition to a local public (Americans, read private) school for the last junior year and my secondary school years thereafter. My imminent transition to the new school was obviously known to my then form teacher.
My form teacher asked a question of me as part of a regular English class—the irony of my writing that sentence will become clear.
Teacher: what do you do with a question?
Me: you *say* a question
Teacher: no—what specifically do you do with a question
Me: er, you *say* a question
[Repeat for a couple of iterations]
Me: [failure to answer the question appropriately]
Teacher: you *ask* a question. My, that was easy. You’ll be expected to know *that* at [future school name]
It was a moment that was doubtless fleeting for the teacher. But it was one that has stayed with me for the last 27 years and change. Who knows whether tiny moments such as these contribute to developing an inferiority complex?