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I'm pondering this question a lot lately....must correspond with my awful quarter-life crisis. Sometimes I care A LOT about what people think (i.e. friends, co-workers etc) but then sometimes I don't even give it a second thought.
So I ask HONESTLY:
Do you care what people think of you?
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I used to care so much what people would think of me that it sometimes paralyzed me. Now...I don't give a rip. I love getting older. It really does make you braver.
This is me too to a large extent. I wouldn't say I don't give a rip but I do care far, far less than I used to. People are either going to like you or not, can't do much about it either way and worrying about it isn't going to achieve anything.
I want my boss, my employees, my family and my friends to think well of me. However, I don't change who I am to obtain this, I am who I am.
Random internet people or people that I may come across randomly in my life? Nah. It would be nice if they thought well of me, but I don't really care if they do or not.
I'm going to cosign with gekko too. I prefer it, of course, if the people I care about and the people I work with like me, but I'm not going to try to be someone I'm not to make them happy. As I've said on here a number of times, I yam who I yam. If you get it, awesome. If not... meh. I'll live.
"And politically correct is the worst term, not just because it’s dismissive, but because it narrows down the whole social justice spectrum to this idea that it’s about being polite instead of about dismantling the oppressive social structure of power.
Fun Fact: When you actively avoid being “PC,” you’re not being forward-thinking or unique. You’re buying into systems of oppression that have existed since before you were even born, and you’re keeping those systems in place." Stolen.
I could care less what people think of me... I used to all the time.. but I realized about a year ago that it wasn't worth it. I love being who I am... then who I'm not. Besides, if I was trying to be "accepted" I would probably still be straightening my hair... which I love
A natural light redhead 3B... but for now a dark auburn 3A trying to get my hair back to "normal" and long...
Started CG 1/12/09
*Never* touching my CHI again..
My favs so far is the DevaCurl line.. minus the B'leavin.. it makes my hair tooo dry feeling and stringy!
If someone does not like me or takes issue with something that I do, first I ask myself "Do they have a point? Did I do something inconsiderate or wrong?" If the answer is yes, then I try to work on it, not for the sake of them liking me, but for the sake of being a good person. If it's random petty stuff or just a difference of opinion, then I have gotten pretty good at shrugging it off. I know I will not get along with everyone I meet, and that is OK.
To Trenell, MizKerri and geeky:
I pray none of you ever has to live in a communist state.
Geeky is my hero. She's the true badass. The badass who doesn't even need to be a badass. There aren't enough O's in cool to describe her.
I care, far far too much. I don't go so far as to change myself, but I do think that a lot of my reserved nature comes from the fact that I'm afraid to step out of line of the norm, for fear of what others might think. It bothers some of my friends occasionally, as they can see me clam up a bit around people I don't know as well and they can tell i'm not fully 'myself'. Just a watered down version.
It's a self esteem/confidence issue, that's actually quite a bit better now than it was when I was a teenager. Public speaking, presenting ideas and projects and talking to strangers are now so minor compared to how they used to be.
But I'll never be the 'life of the party' or the one person in the group that gets up to do Kareoke in a room full of strangers. Maybe it's just who I am... but no thanks lol. It all comes from a fear of failure and rejection, for sure.
I really used to care a lot. It actually hit me the other night that I really don't care anymore. Not everyone is going to like me and I'm not going to like everyone I meet. I'm not a bad person and I'm doing the best that I can and that's it.
I'm so inconsistent with it...I really think it depends on my mood. Sometimes, I have a lot of self-confidence and couldn't care and at other times, I get my feelings hurt easily if I think someone doesn't like me. It's strange. I don't usually show my mood changes overtly, but it's in my head, nevertheless.
Lately, I care...never really care about strangers, but I care what people in my life think of me. Sometimes, it doesn't matter one way or the other. Sometimes I care but act like I don't care. I rationalize and have a sour grapes attitude.
That's right, I said it! I wear scrunchies!!
I am a sulfate washing, cone slabbing, curly lovin' s.o.b. The CG police haven't caught me yet.
Sure, I want to be universally loved and worshipped. I'm a leo, after all!
But I don't change who I am to try to please others. Like geeky, I do try to see if people have a valid point. I am very far from perfect, and I know that, so I pay attention to see if there's something I can work on to fix some of my flaws or something, but normally if someone has negativity or criticism it's about them, not me.
I've recently realized how much better I am when it comes to potential love interests, too. I had a guy I was kind of into. He was shy, so I made sure to give him openings for friendship if nothing else, and he chose not to take them. And rather than be upset, I realized I just don't care. Whether he's just so shy it kept him from making a move, or he's just not into me - whatever, it's not worth worrying about!
On the other hand, I have a friend who has no interest in ever having serious relationships, but who apparently thinks highly of me. He keeps introducing me to his best looking, smartest, single, looking for relationship guy friends. And it kind of gives me warm fuzzies.
The pews never miss a sermon but that doesn't get them one step closer to Heaven.