Being seen properly by others is lovely, and it is also occasional, partial and outside your control. What you can do daily is notice what you did well, what you meant by it and what you stood by, even when nobody mentions it. Over time being misread stops feeling like a threat and starts feeling like an error of theirs, which is usually what it is.

The point of the joke is not to demolish respect, which is fine and worth having. It is to shrink the fear of not getting it, because that is the part doing the damage. Something you can laugh at is something you can talk about, and a word held too sacred cannot be examined at all.

It is not the whole truth about people and it is not meant unkindly. It is useful because it makes generic respect a strange thing to organise a life around. If a good deal of what you are chasing is other people maintaining their own equipment, the chase loses some of its pull, and the fury when it does not arrive loses some of its case.

The claim is only that most of life is not one of those, and that the fear of disrespect is far larger than its actual cost. Keeping the exceptions in view protects the whole point. Any way of thinking that says it covers everything gets thrown out the first time it obviously does not.

That is an odd position for a stance meant to prove you will not be pushed around. To anyone watching it usually reads as need rather than strength. The way out is not to demand harder but to stop making the request, and that only becomes possible once some of the regard is coming from somewhere you control.

The difference is small and it changes everything. A demand needs their cooperation to succeed, so it can be refused, and being refused is where the rage comes from. A preference with a consequence attached needs only you. You are not asking them to respect you, you are telling them what you will do.

Self-esteem works like the lizard. It rises when things go well and drops when they do not, and other people supply the weather. Self-acceptance is the mammal version: it costs something to run, it is not automatic, and it holds when the room turns cold. Nobody manages this all the time, and the point is only that some of the warmth can come from you instead of from the sun.

That is what it looks like when good things only count once somebody else notices. The work is finished, the result is in, and it means nothing until a particular person says something about it. If you recognise that, the thing to practise is small and slightly awkward: register what you did before anyone has weighed in on it.

Those measures move. They differ between one country and the next, and between your grandfather's time and your own. Anything you score yourself on today could be scored differently in ten years by people who never asked you. That is not an argument for scoring higher, it is an argument for noticing whose ruler you are holding.

You feel valuable while you are fitting in and worthless when you are not, and neither reading was ever yours. It is why an insult can go off like a bomb in somebody who seems perfectly confident. Self-acceptance is duller and steadier: no score to hold up, nothing to defend, nothing anybody can revoke.