Why Caring About What People Think Matters Sometimes
“As an adult, I have ebbs and flows of whether I want to be liked.”
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Prompt: How much do you care what other people think of you and why? Is it only certain people or all people? How do you feel when someone simply doesn’t like you?
I’ve been thinking about this prompt since Ruby Noir 😈tagged me, and my first answer was impulsive. Which was “hell no.” After I answered, another voice screamed that I was lying. This minor conflict made it difficult to write. When facing hard truths, I become avoidant.
Although I want authenticity, I don’t trust my readers sometimes. I don’t trust that they will read my work with an open mind. A lot of my pieces on Medium are politically correct. I’m one of those people who doesn’t want to offend or create a stir behind my words. I’m a people pleaser, and I hate that aspect of myself.
The voice that called me a liar is the one that yells, “Man, the f*ck up.” If you’re new to my writing for clarity, I’m not a man. I am an overly sensitive ass woman who becomes detached from reality sometimes.
