It’s one thing to be an underdog. But it’s another to be an underdog when you have worked very hard to build and maintain a reputation for yourself. Sometimes it can’t be helped that my casual words come off being unheard and ignored by the people around me. That part of my life I have begun to accept as a normal part of things.
It’s when you begin to realize that the words that you put the most effort in, be overshadowed by people who are better at yelling “Hey look at me!!”, that will piss you off for so many personal reasons.
Some days I wish those 15 minutes of fame that I have from time to time does stick for more than just those 15 minutes. There are days when I wish I knew what my voice is so that I know what I can be known to people as. Some days like today, I just don’t have any solution but to just write it off as one of those times where I have to let my seething frustration pass before me.
I might be the outspoken individual with the flair for the right words at the right moments. But an underdog is still an underdog and with that we carry our generously noble traits and our most self-hating curse.
To border on what’s too good to be true, but never appreciated until we’re long gone and missing from life.