Opinions

Monday, June 26, 2023

You know the saying, “Opinions are like assholes, everyone has one and they usually stink”…

While I may be an opinionated person, I’ve never really cared much for anyone else’s opinion of me. There are only five people who’s opinion matters: my dad, my step-mom, my boyfriend, my daughter, and my boss. If someone doesn’t like me, I consider that a “them” problem.

I was always the “weird” kid growing up. A lot of that was attributed to our frequent moving, my home life, and being an introvert with social anxiety. I was verbally abused by the womb so much, that anyone else just couldn’t affect me. I grew thick skin from a young age. There were times where kids attempted to bully me, but my lack of reaction and blasé attitude made them give up pretty quickly. I wasn’t a fun target. I remember in 6th grade, a group of girls each approached individually to specifically tell me that they didn’t like me, with the full intention of hurting me. I just shrugged my shoulders and told them that I didn’t really care… and I didn’t. I’ve never understood why someone telling me that they didn’t like me was supposed to affect me much. Again, it’s a “them” problem. I’m not changing who I am for anyone other than myself. That being said, I’ve also never understood a person’s reasoning for going out of their way to try to harm another person. Unless someone is causing actual damage to another person, I mind my own business.

On a side note, I found the Adderall pill that I thought I took yesterday, on my desk this morning. The mystery of why I was so tired, has been solved.