Ok. So I try to be the kind of person that doesn't care what people think
. Not in a bad way, but as long as what im doing doesnt affect my relationship with God, Im all good.
Caring about what people think to much was a factor in my depression years ago:bademoticon: (I'm fine now, don't worry)
So for example: If I had a shirt that was an ugly granny thrift shop orange, and you don't like it but
then I don't give two quacks what you think!
But if I had a dress that had the girls
all outand about being friendly with every Bob, Sherly, and Mary Joe around,
and you said something about it, then I'll care. If I have self destructive tendencies
, then yeah - I'll care. But if you don't like my shoes
, why do I care
??? I love these shoes. So
I learned a long time ago that I'm... weird. Not the mainstream, cool, funny good weird
. No. I'm the kind of weird that your mom might not let me come over or give me strange looks
weird..... And not even that!!! My body is weird
!!! Where pressure points are supposed to be are in other
places and I'm Dyslexic
and a whole slew of other chizz
! So I learn that I can't please everyone and learn to please those who matter in the ways that matter.