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I woke up today feeling like I’ve somehow lost my sense of pride along the way. I know exactly where and why it happened—it was at work, and it was because of guys who just kept walking out on me. I’ve always had a decent opinion of myself, and honestly, I still do, but I’ve started minimizing everything I’ve actually accomplished. I used to be full of positive energy, genuinely satisfied with who I am. I was proud. That didn't mean I was rude or looked down on anyone.
So, I decided to do some digging online about what "pride" actually means. On some American sites, I kept seeing these messages claiming that pride is just excessive self-confidence or bragging. They say pride makes you strong but not happy, or that it creates a massive wall between people, or that if you truly care about someone, you have to swallow your pride and cave in...
Then I switched over to more standard English resources. There, pride was defined as self-respect. It was the satisfaction of knowing you did something right. A sense of worth. The fulfillment you feel after crushing a difficult task.
It seems to me that some American perspectives completely conflate pride with arrogance.
If we aren't proud of ourselves and don't radiate that confidence, can we actually be happy or kind to others?
Just the other day, I spent my entire evening doing a favor for this guy who couldn't care less about me, even though I was head over heels for him years ago. He tracked me down on Facebook and asked for help. I said yes immediately, without a second thought. Then, exhausted after a long shift at work, I sat at my computer for four hours just for him. Now, I know I did a good deed—one that will benefit others too, not just him—but I wasn't happy. I was actually pissed off at myself because I don't know how to say "No." Because I always stomp on my own dignity just to be "nice" to everyone else. One person at work treated me terribly, and then had the nerve to ask me for a favor afterward. Give me a break! Of course I'll do it for you.
Actually, that's not even the point. The point is that somewhere along the line, I lost my backbone. People tell me I'm pretty, attractive, smart, and I just laugh it off. They tell me I need to "get out there" or "find myself." I was never proud of my looks; I was proud of what I achieved. But I lost that feeling because I started viewing pride as a character flaw, like it was just being stuck-up. In reality, pride is good. Pride is exactly what those English definitions describe.
So now I'm asking you: how do you view pride? Are you proud of yourselves? You should be. You ought to be proud, satisfied with who you are, and happy with everything you've become. Right now, my mission is to do some work on myself and find that pride again.
So, I decided to do some digging online about what "pride" actually means. On some American sites, I kept seeing these messages claiming that pride is just excessive self-confidence or bragging. They say pride makes you strong but not happy, or that it creates a massive wall between people, or that if you truly care about someone, you have to swallow your pride and cave in...
Then I switched over to more standard English resources. There, pride was defined as self-respect. It was the satisfaction of knowing you did something right. A sense of worth. The fulfillment you feel after crushing a difficult task.
It seems to me that some American perspectives completely conflate pride with arrogance.
If we aren't proud of ourselves and don't radiate that confidence, can we actually be happy or kind to others?
Just the other day, I spent my entire evening doing a favor for this guy who couldn't care less about me, even though I was head over heels for him years ago. He tracked me down on Facebook and asked for help. I said yes immediately, without a second thought. Then, exhausted after a long shift at work, I sat at my computer for four hours just for him. Now, I know I did a good deed—one that will benefit others too, not just him—but I wasn't happy. I was actually pissed off at myself because I don't know how to say "No." Because I always stomp on my own dignity just to be "nice" to everyone else. One person at work treated me terribly, and then had the nerve to ask me for a favor afterward. Give me a break! Of course I'll do it for you.
Actually, that's not even the point. The point is that somewhere along the line, I lost my backbone. People tell me I'm pretty, attractive, smart, and I just laugh it off. They tell me I need to "get out there" or "find myself." I was never proud of my looks; I was proud of what I achieved. But I lost that feeling because I started viewing pride as a character flaw, like it was just being stuck-up. In reality, pride is good. Pride is exactly what those English definitions describe.
So now I'm asking you: how do you view pride? Are you proud of yourselves? You should be. You ought to be proud, satisfied with who you are, and happy with everything you've become. Right now, my mission is to do some work on myself and find that pride again.