I stopped caring a long time ago. I had to. I don't mean I stopped caring about other people. I just mean I stopped caring what they think. There are a few things that can still get under my skin, but mostly things I am already insecure about. Honestly, I learned to just be myself (weird as that may be) and not care what others think. It's hard. I won't pretend it's not. It's gotten easier, though. The thing is that if you let it get to you- what people think of you- if you let them get to you- you're done.
Today another teacher was saying something about people beating around the bush and not saying what they really mean. I said, "Yeah. I don't have the problem. I open my mouth and it all just comes out." She told me that's what she liked about me. haha! I won't pretend that my big mouth hasn't gotten me in trouble, nor will I dare to say that it won't in the future. But, one thing is for sure- people know where they stand with me. If I love ya, you know it. If I don't, you know it. If I could care less one way or another... well, you know that, too.
Here's what I hate. I hate when people know that other people do care what others think and they say and do mean things on purpose. To me, that is being a bully. There's just no reason to say something mean. I tell people that there's a nice way and a mean way to say everything you want to say and there is no reason to pick the mean way. You can get your point across without saying it in a nasty way.
I will say that I am much happier now that I just don't take to heart what others think. I understand that everyone has their own opinions and are entitled to them. It doesn't make them any better or me any worse.
Just had to say that.
I'm done now.