My husband and I recently started watching “Dexter”.
Dexter Morgan works as a forensic analyst for the Miami police and is a serial killer in his spare time. He has an overwhelming urge to kill that he can’t control. So he makes the best of it by butchering murderers who escaped punishment or evaded prosecution.
His deepest wish is to be normal. To live a normal life. Like everybody else.
But his personality, interests and (slaughtering) needs are just too different from other people’s. No matter what he tries, how much he pretends to be a regular guy, he simply cannot avoid social isolation.
He never really fits in.
And while most of us aren’t serial killers (I am just assuming here), many can relate to the pain of being different. Weird. Incompatible with the rest of the world.
For me, as a highly sensitive, introvert empath, High School was hell. I enjoyed reading books more than trips to the shopping mall. Preferred gardening to “meeting up with the boys”, actually loved learning and detested the obligatory Saturday night partying.
I was a geek, a teacher’s pet with uncool hobbies, unexciting interests and oddball opinions. But still, I wanted to be accepted. Be part of the popular crowd.
So, throughout my school years, it seemed like I only had two options:
And both of these options meant suffering. But there was a third option. It was right in front of me all the time.
I just never allowed myself to see it.
While I constantly battled for approval, my personality just did not line up with the criteria required to gain popularity with my peers. And the necessary self-denial was hurting me almost more than the rejection and derision.
After years of being different and not fitting in, I started to ask myself whether I was somehow wrong.
I felt not good enough, unlovable. And, for a long time, I struggled to be ok with myself. Suffered from anxiety and self-doubt because of the rejection I experienced in school.
But the irony is that there were people in my school with similar interests and views of the world.
I never considered the other outcasts in my school potential candidates for friendship. Simply because I bought into society’s worth judgements.
You see, for some ludicrous reason, our society puts more worth on extrovert personality traits. Outgoing, sociable, adventurous is worth more than quiet, withdrawn and pensive.
Typical introvert characteristics are often considered dull, boring, undesirable.
And while introversion is a wide spectrum, many introverts therefore tend to feel wrong. Our introvert nature, an inherent genetic predisposition we cannot easily escape, puts us in a worth deficit from the start.
Because, in society’s general view, we are worth less. Just for being introverts.
Which is also why introverts are more at risk of suffering from low self-worth compared to extroverts.
In school, I was desperate to make up for my inherent introvert worth deficit by being accepted by the popular (more extrovert) crowd. Because I believed that, if the popular people approved of me and I hung out with them, my worth would be increased by association (another one of these odd societal beliefs).
So I suffered through High School on an unpredictable rollercoaster of isolation and self-denial. Not fitting in with the extroverts, and not considering the introverts as worthy friends.
Because my conditioned mind believed that they were just as wrong and worthless as I was.
I know all my experiences, good and bad, make me the person I am today. And I am grateful for them. But a lot of trauma could have been avoided, had I realised then what I know now:
That our society’s concept of a person’s worth is INSANE! And so wrong.
Speaking about serial killers, it was Adolf Hitler who said: “Make the lie big, make it simple. Keep saying it and eventually they will believe it.”
We all struggle through life feeling different, unacceptable, inferior to everybody else around us. Worthless.
But our alleged worthlessness is a big, simple lie.
We will never know where it came from. But we heard it all our lives, repeated over and over again. Until we all believed that we are inherently without worth.
That we have to earn our worth through the fulfilment of strict criteria. Such as the display of certain desirable character traits or defined acceptable levels of success, wealth, status and popularity. And that we are doomed to an unworthy existence full of anxiety, loneliness and rejection if we can’t meet the narrow standards.
But just because everybody believes a lie doesn’t make it the truth.
In reality, our worth is an inherent quality of our Being. An absolute part of our existence. Unchangeable as the number of cells in our body.
Being different, an introvert, or not fitting in changes nothing about your true, inner worth. It simply can’t. Because it’s impossible for your unlimited worth to ever change.
And, if you want to avoid social isolation, part of healing your self-worth is to hunt down the lies. Kill all those misguided misconceptions, massacre society’s random, unfounded and arbitrary beliefs.
Because the truth is that you ARE worth. Just as much as everybody else.
No more. And certainly no less. No matter who you are.
I wish I had realised this back in High School. Because then I would have chosen the third option:
Dr Berni Sewell, PhD is a health scientist, energy healer and self-worth blogger. She is on a mission to make you feel good about yourself, no matter what. Download her free guide Instant self-worth: an easy 4-step solution to heal your self-worth in under 5 minutes a day” and start to boost your confidence today.