Imposter syndrome_That One Night_Genevieve's Final Cup of Coffee_The other side
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Imposter syndrome
When an idea forms, good or bad, it consumes you. And you can spend your entire existence working towards it. Training, practising, preparing. You feel confident. You feel like you can be the best. The Greatest of All Time. The GOAT.Then comes the day where you have to put it all on show and yourealise one thing: You know absolutely nothing.All that training, all those scenarios. It means nothing when youaren’t in front of the audience. Training with your best friend. Working withfamily. Testing out your act. They all laugh and say it’s great. But hell,they’re just saying that to be nice, aren...
That Onwww.onedoor.cce Night
This is my worst nightmare. I’m being chased by something and I don’t know what it is. I’m running as fast as I can but I can’t get away. I come to a cliff and I have to decide whether to jump or be killed by this thing. I jump and right before I hit the ground, I wake up. Sitting up on my bed, I look at Angie. She’s painting her toenails in a chair by the window. The breeze comes in and blows her hair into her face. She moves it, patiently, and continues to paint. “That doesn’t sound too bad,” she said. “Well, it is,” I said. “When I wake up, it shakes my whole body as if I hit the ground and...
Genevieve's Final Cup of Coffee
Genevieve sat aghast in front of her company laptop. Her mouth hung open like a trout caught on a fisherman's line. Her emotions dangled with equal effect. She did her best to manage the shock that radiated through herself within her workspace. "No fucking way," she stammered out. "How is this even possible?"The LED screen displayed the usual garbage pile of personal email subject lines. This lone email subject caused her skin to crawl. She had been reassured repeatedly that everything would work out fine, nothing could go wrong. "Hey, let's get some coffee." Her coworker offered from around ...
The other side
The exact date or time when she moved next door I do not know. I never heard any of the noises that accompany the transportation of huge boxes and furniture. I did not hear the voices of excited neighbors welcoming a new tenant. I should have heard, the walls do not block out sound, especially human. She suddenly appeared one morning, by the door while I was spraying the garbage bags with a disinfectant and startled me. The door had been locked for over a year. I lowered my mask and smiled, said hello in a slightly surprised tone. “I am in here”, I pointed to my door. She nodded. She also had...