The opposite of Dunning-Kruger is apperently Imposter Syndrome. That hardly seems fair. It should have a classier name. Dunning-Kruger sounds very impressive, while Imposter Syndrome is a pretty low-class name.

What's also strange is that the folks who have every reason to recognize their inferiority think they're better than most, while it's the folks with the most smarts and talent who fall prey to Imposter Syndrome.

Lots of us have an example of Anti-Dunning-Kruger as near as our mirror.

Carol suffered from Anti-D-K big time.

Years ago, to help her cope, a friend of hers had a "rice jar" made for Carol. It's about six inches tall with a bulbous body, a narrow neck and a slightly funnel shaped mouth.

The idea is that when you do something you can feel proud of, be it ever so small, you drop one grain of rice into the jar. One grain slides easily down the neck, and slowly, you can see that the body fills, and you've had events you can be proud of.

The narrow neck prevents the rice from falling out, even if you turn it upside down, you can only lose one or two grains of rice. You've still got a visual reminder that you've had lots to be proud and happy about.

This Sunday morning, I caught one of the cats marking in the bedroom. He was marking the side of the desk where Carol's rice jar resided.

The desk had to go into the basement, beyond the reach of cats.

That meant the rice jar had to find a new home.

One of the facebook meme's that's been going around is to the effect that part of being an adult is looking at boxes and saying "I can't throw this out, it's a really nice box. "

So, I had plenty of choices for a box to put the rice jar in. I even had one that was pretty close to the right size.

Carol's rice jar is now on the shelf in the basement next to her ashes, labeled to be buried with our ashes when I die.