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You Don’t Like Me, Do You?

And that’s none of my business

Maybe you’re different, but most of us obsessively need people to like us.

I do.

Growing up, everywhere I went, I was sure I was being watched and judged. Harshly. I walked down every street, entered every room, sat in every classroom, timidly. Fearful. Anxious. Then I made a liberating discovery: when I walked down the street carrying my baby sister piggy-back, I disappeared. No one was looking at me. Everyone was smiling at my cute little sister.

And, no, I’m not still carrying my little sister around on my back. But that doesn’t mean that I haven’t had bouts of certainty that you think I’m a real jerk and need to shut up.

Recently a friend who’s been going through some rough shit and not handling it so well asked if I was disappointed in her. When she asked me this a second time, I reminded her that what I think of her is none of her business (but that, no, I wasn’t at all disappointed in her).

What other people think of me is none of my business!

What a concept!

I’d been walking around all my life, giving anyone with a set of eyes the power to diminish me. And with that one sentence, I am set free.

That’s proving to be especially helpful in the past year as I’ve begun publishing my writing out where just anyone can read it — or not. I’m no viral sensation, and I can have dark little moments of wondering if I’m doing this wrong. But screw it. For the first time in my life, my work is being read. Maybe not by tens of thousands, but I have readers (yes, you!).

So, yeah, what you think of me as a person or a writer or a voice in the wilderness or that yutz who won’t get out of your way on the sidewalk, it’s none of my business.

This, however, this is my business: