What is the first thing you think of...
3 years ago
when you’re walking along and someone meets your eyes and smiles?
The first thing I think of is Why are they laughing at me? What’s wrong with me?
Part of this I know is my deep set issues, but beyond working past those I would love to be able to walk down the street, fly completely undone, and laugh it off as just one of those things.
Why do I care so much about other people’s, even strangers, opinions of me?
