Confidence or Conceit
If called upon to describe myself, I would tell you that, among other things, I was confident. I have faith in myself, in my decisions, in my ability. On the other hand, the other side of confidence can be conceit, and where do we draw the line?
I have never been a fan of the concept of female superiority. Honestly, any noun followed by the word “superiority” makes me nervous. I don’t think any group of people is superior or inferior.
On the other hand, I do believe I am superior. Doesn’t that sound conceited? It’s true, though.
I believe that I am smarter and more aware, that I pay more attention, that I have a long history of making good decisions. If I believed in female superiority, for instance, than I would have to believe that all women are also superior and therefore equal to me. I do not believe that.
I do not believe, either, that I am the most superior. That would be foolish and, dare I say it, conceited.
But, to get back to the point, what’s the difference between confidence and conceit?
Confidence seems like a positive quality, conceit seems like a negative one.
Maybe part of the difference is that confidence does allow for self-doubt, while conceit seems not to allow that.
I may not show it, but I do question myself often, and maybe it’s more about questioning than doubting. I rarely make serious decisions without asking myself if that’s the right thing, if I could have done better, did I miss something? Sometimes the answer is yes, but more often, the answer is, No, I don’t think I could have.
Interestingly, that self-questioning rarely happens in situations of play. In those situations, perhaps I am conceited because I believe myself to be very very good at what I do. I pay attention to the people with whom I play, their reactions, their body language, and I am very confident in my skills.
I think confidence and even a bit of conceit, is part and parcel of dominance. If I don’t believe I am superior, then why would I expect you to kneel in front of me, to do as I ask, to allow me to make choices for you, to do things to you, to control you, to take the power you offer up to me?
Even the prince kneels before the queen.
It seems to me, from my obviously dominant perspective, that a dominant who isn’t at least a little bit conceited, at least a little unshakably sure of themselves is probably a dominant who doesn’t appeal to something intrinsic in the submissive, either.
So am I confident or conceited?
I’m both, of course.