I won't deny that I have bouts of moments when I just think that I'm not good enough. Or pretty enough. Or whatever enough.

And these moments normally appear after I meet someone who's more gorgeous/richer/loved/happier than I am. Some girl who most probably exudes a combination of all of the above.

And the feelings of unsettlement set in.

And you start to think about your whole life, from childhood to when you begin puberty to whatever you've become now, and you start pinpointing exact details of your life that have gone awry.

Like how you were born into the wrong family, perhaps.

Or how you should have done something to set things right when you were still young and could afford it, like fixing your teeth, for example.

Or how deep within you, you know that you're never gonna meet that handsome, chivalrous, rich and sensitive guy who will sweep you off your feet and promise you a life of eternal happiness, though that's what the fairytale books would have you believe since you were a kid. Not until you do actually meet someone like that in reality, though the irony is, you're not the princess in the story.

And how you know that you're most probably going to marry an average dude and lead an average life, give birth to average-looking kids with average IQ, stay in an average HDB house with perhaps, an average car.

This whole life is just preparing you for mediocrity.

The mediocrity of your life.

Whenever I can't help but think of this, I cry.