Maybe
July 14, 2008Maybe I ought to be flattered when people think I’m a cause of their problems. Maybe I need to learn how to be unaffected by insinuations but they still upset me each time I pretend not to care. Maybe I have to keep my opinions to myself and stop caring. Maybe I don’t deserve to be happy in the first place, even when this happiness is hard-fought and hurts no one. Maybe I’m too fucked up and this draws strange opinions about who I am.
Maybe I should stop being me.
Maybe you just attributed too much on yourself. Even if others think so, who gives a fuck about what they think? That’s their problem. Don’t let them make their problems your problems.
Dear soul,
Other than the f. word, I basically relate with your article. You care. But some violate either Exodus 20:16, or a principle thereof.
Do what’s right, and leave the mistakers in the dust. They might not initially agree, but they might admire. And if they don’t, are they worth altering your personality to please?
While we all like to believe that we chart our own lives, we still seek approvals for those near and dear.
And yes, I agree that it is not worth it but often, it is easier to conform.
Anyhow, thanks for the note!