This is probably the worst idea that I've had in a while.
Things have not been good In My Head lately; this is impacting my schoolwork in a highly negative fashion. To anyone familiar with the details of my situation, the diagnosis is Profound Lack of Confidence. I'm not really excited about graduating because I literally do not think it's realistic that anyone reputable would hire me.
You'd think I'd be stoked, my prospective occupation pays more money than I can really imagine being paid (~40-50K at universities for full-time). Shit, I'm surprised that ANYONE pays me at all for anything, given I'm willing to work for a pittance/free. Money is neat: it lets you have steady food, shelter and utilities. It lets you pay off debts and keep collection agents from crawling up your ass; you can do stuff like donate it to people/causes/organizations of your choice because you stem your bleeding heart with charity and fund your significant other's education.
But yeah, I don't really feel there's much point to finishing my work because I'm convinced that even if I pass this miserable class by some miracle, it'll be a meaningless piece of paper and I'll be back to retail for the rest of my life. This really isn't good for anyone and would serve to piss a large number of people off, including my parents, Matt and my professors who've done their best to heave my ass through this program. I'm honestly more interested in avoiding their anger and disapproval than doing this for my own sake, I have not lived for myself for a very long time.
This is where you come in: I feel like a combination jackass/douche/shitloaf/bottom-feeder for even thinking this, but I want...you to make me feel better. Yes, I am literally and bluntly asking for compliments, ladies and gentlefolk of all genders. However, these compliments must be anonymous.
If you feel you genuinely have something kind to say to/about me that might boost my pit-dwelling-confidence and you want to express it, I don't want to know who you are (that would make it extremely awkward). Feel free to disguise your writing style too if you want, I encourage this.
I don't know what else to do right now and I'm hoping that this pathetic, desperate measure might somehow help me. I wish there was some kind of drug/thing that provided instant confidence boosts; clearly Effexor and BuSpar don't.
Naturally, IP logging is off, but I think I turned it off a long time ago and forgot to turn it back on anyway.
And you're free to defriend me if this disgusts you. I mean, anyone is free to defriend me at any time for any reason of course, but you know why I say this. Compliment-fishing is very far from a noble behavior and I'm ashamed to be doing it now.