On being proud
I wrote a Facebook comment earlier tonight, and after revisiting it a while later I realize that it might not come across the way I intended it when I thought it up. I wrote that I don’t feel proud over working with other people that often, something I guess could be interpreted as “I’m so good I don’t need other people nanananana”. Which is, of course, not what I meant. There’s a lot of great people in this world that I’m humbled to even be talking to on a regular basis, let alone being allowed to work with on various projects. No, what I was aiming at was the specific feeling of pride. Maybe I simply don’t know the definition of the word, and my understanding of the entire feeling is wrong. If so, please enlighten me. Until then, here are my thoughts on being proud.
Which is to say, here are my thoughts. I mainly write them down to structure them, not because I think they’ll be...