stop caring what other people think

No matter how many times I tell myself I don’t care what other people think I end up caring! It doesn’t make sense to obsess about other people’s opinions but I do. I know it’s stupid yet I can’t seem to stop! It’s such a burden to be constantly depressed because of other people’s opinions…it’s almost unbearable at times… :(

all my life ive cared more about what other people think than what i think and its about time i stop. i know im a nice good person and if thats not good enough for some poeple then they just aren’t good enough for me. simple as that.

i don’t think i cared much for this during high school. or did i. only thing i know that now it’s really starting to bother me. i always think what would other people say on my clothes, do i look good enough, if i don’t get into college, if people on the street will think that i don’t take a good care of my dog if he’s not groomed properly. it’s overhelming. it’s stupid. i lack confindence.i have very little of it. maybe that should be my goal – gain confidence. but i’ll try to make it more simple. everytime i have a doubt i should ask myself a question. “what do I think?” and try not to be a perfectionist.

Why is it that we often seek ways to torment ourselves? Is our social need to ‘fit in’ so strong that we’ll beat ourselves up if it doesn’t appear we’re successful?

Introverted people, in particular, seem to suffer this curse. We assume it’s all about us. The common denominator seems to be us, so it must be. Our insular world doesn’t allow for external options…it could be the person who appeared to snub us is distracted by problems at home, etc.

I try to consider all the reasons the other person reacted the way they did towards me. Maybe I’m not the catalyst.

I also do things to bolster my self-confidence. This allows me to ignore others’ attitudes…people who don’t have all the answers or really know me.

who cares, if i dont know who i’am then who are they to care and who am i to care. i dove to my inner self since the first day my conciousness saw the colorful life of the world that until now i’m still searching and controling myself and defying the personal demon that lies beneath my core. so who are they to care bout me and who am i to care bout them, i think the thing that they could share to me that ill be trully happy and accept is they should know first their selves before expressing who i’am,..point is we should know ourselves before sharing it to otherr in a benign way. i exploited everything that i have to keep track on my goals and unleashes the artistry inside that’s where i keep myself way up high. i stop caring who they are but when the time comes i understand my alter ego maybe ill share it to you someday..so who cares.

It’s hard being an introvert in high school where reputation is everything. I’m getting closer to this goal, learning to have inner pride so I don’t have to get it from people, accepting I’m an introvert, getting embarrassed less easily, and wearing different clothes than others. But I still have more to go. I still get hurt by insults or weird looks at my clothing.

I can’t stop worrying about what others are thinking of me. I sometimes obsess over it and beat myself up because of it. I feel this is really, negatively affecting my life. I need to realize that people probably are not thinking about me nearly as much as a I fear.

it’s messing me up. :/

This is something I’ve wanted to have the power to do for a very long time. It seems to be just beyond my grasp. I know intellectually that it really doesn’t matter what others think, but try telling my heart that. As someone else said, rejection hurts. A few years ago I put on a hard shell, and most people who meet me now wouldn’t ever know how much I really care what they think. I would like it to stop being and act and start becoming reality.

Just about to mark this goal off my list :]