Impostor syndrome is a very real and very difficult pattern of anxiety which afflicts just about everybody on the creative spectrum at one period or another, or in some cases, ad infinitum.
The prevailing fear is that, no matter the objective strength of your personal accomplishments, and the undeniable body of work acting as evidence, someday, somebody will discover that you're really a fraud. A phony. Somebody convinced their success is entirely down to the whims of divine providence, rather than earned.
Someone, who for example, stretches out an introductory concept across 100 words to mask their lack of direction. This spirit of this preceding sentence defines the condition.
As with most things in life, a solipsistic hypocrisy dictates attitudes. In other words, we're absolutely certain that one day we'll be found out, that our own mental self-flagellation is utterly justified. When it comes to others manifesting similar sentiments, they're humbly bragging, projecting false modesty, or otherwise talking out of their arse.
Ultimately, all of this is a roundabout way of introducing the idea that Shigeru Miyamoto is "embarrassed" about Super Mario Bros. 3. We can't write a better intro.
Benjamin was born in 1987, and is still not dead. He variously enjoys classical music, old-school adventure games (they're not dead), and walks on the beach (albeit short - asthma, you know).
He's currently trying to compile a comprehensive history of video game music, yet denies accusations that he purposefully targets niche audiences. He's often wrong about these things.