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Yesterday, on the bus ride back home, I felt a strong sense of loneliness and inferiority. I felt that I am not a very likable person and that when people meet me, they feel pity rather than warmness or admiration as I would hope they feel. I also worried that people aren't very inclined to like certain personality traits of mine as they are: I talk too much about myself, I don't speak very precisely, and sometimes I say underdeveloped ideas.

I am not implying that these shortcomings are anyone's fault but my own. In such a large world, the burden of fitting in and making oneself useful can only rest upon the individual undertaking it, not the millions of others who judge an individual.

This only means that I have to work harder to make new friends, speak clearly and present myself well, and work harder to accomplish more and earn the respect of others. I at least have the privilege of a few close friends around whom I feel respected, relaxed, and comfortable.