the collective
Perhaps it is only our own arrogance that somehow convinces us that there is a massive panel of judgers and watchers out there, examining each move we make, charting it and comparing it to where (we think) they think we should be, and ultimately shaking their heads in disapproval. It is foolhardy to waste energy second-guessing our decisions as if the rest of the world has time to worry about us instead of themselves; as if there is a collective measure of our own achievements that matters or exists; as if any of the scrutiny we imagine to be focused upon us isn't projected onto our unsuspecting friends by ourselves.