To go through life wondering what everybody thinks of you, stressing over everyone’s opinions, is not something that anyone should want. With anxiety, depression, paranoia, whatever, ignoring these wonderings can be extraordinarily tough to do. Yet it is something that we must do if we wish to survive, to thrive.
Since coming to college, I have felt as though I am alone. While being on my own is something that I have grown rather used to – no, I am not looking for sympathy, so don’t give me any – I know that it is not something that I should be okay with, or want. But I am actively working on finding a way for me to feel less alone.
Writing this blog has helped me tremendously to get my thoughts out and start building a community, albeit that process is turning out to be rather slow. Photography is yet another activity that helps me to get out and meet other people. I remember back in October meeting a fellow photographer and speaking with him for a good half hour or so before parting ways. It was nice. I want that to happen more.
My point to this short writing is that you need to stop giving a fuck about what others think of you. Sorry for the bad words mom and dad (and grandma), but I don’t know how else to get my point across as strongly.
Think of it this way: how closely do you think people actually pay attention to you?
In the modern day, if you are on stage in front of an audience of 200 people, I can almost guarantee that only half of those people are actively paying you any attention at the same time. Many of them will be on their phones, looking around the room, whispering to the person next to each other, etc. When you are going through a regular day, even less people will be paying attention to you.
Do you remember what even one of your fellow classmates or coworkers were wearing today? I bet you just recently spoke with one of them, but cannot answer that simple question for me. No, saying that they were wearing “clothing” does not count as an answer.
Either you were too focused on the conversation that you were having, or you were thinking about what she was thinking of you. You were not giving much – if any – attention to the $300 watch on their wrist that was poorly paired with the $50 suit they bought at a thrift store, on the clearance rack.
See my point?
Stop giving a fuck about what others think of you – they’re too busy thinking about what everyone else thinks of them, to think of you anyway.