Do You Worry What People Think of You?

It’s not such a bad thing to care about something

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I never told anyone I’m special. I’m self-deprecating in a way that is almost painful to witness. I’m different — very much so. When the universe decided my atoms needed to be together in a package, the mold was immediately broken so that no other anomalies could exist.

I am different. I am not superior. I am unlike anyone else.

Because of this, I should know not everyone will like me. Not everyone will agree with me. Not everyone will stick with me as a friend until the bitter end.

So why does it affect me so much when people block me?

This past week, I found out that three people I’m on a first-name basis with blocked me on Medium and unfriended me on Facebook. I’m sure if I look at other places like Twitter and LinkedIn, it will be the same situation.

I have yet to figure out why these friends had a change of heart about me. Maybe I posted a political meme they didn’t like (Republicans and Libertarians are sensitive these days), or they got tired of me posting a play-by-play of my psychotic episodes. Maybe I made a comment that upset them in one of the groups I belong to on Facebook.

I don’t know. I may never know because the offended parties blocked and scooted out the door. They want nothing to do with me.

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I don’t know why I let this bother me so much because I’ve been different since I was born. People have been ghosting me before the term “ghosting” was even used in English.

I’m sure I deserve it because I’ve done the same thing to others in the past to people who broke my rules of engagement.

The more I think about it, the more I think I do deserve it. A few months ago, I added a fellow writer named James Garside as a contributor to my publication, TMI: Too Much Information. James was new to Medium, and I’d enjoyed a few pieces he’d written. A few weeks later, I found out from a few other publication owners that James had published one of his pieces in no less than six different publications! The same article!

I lost my mind! I acted on the first feeling I had — which was that James knew exactly what he was doing and was trying to cheat the system to get ahead. I removed him from my pub, blocked him on Medium, unfriended him on Facebook, and unfollowed on Twitter. Every so often I would hear a comment from him in different places that he was truly unsure why I did it, and I was so angry that I didn’t bother to tell him anything other than “you can’t publish a story in more than one publication.”

I cooled after a while and forgot about the incident until I saw a post from him on a Facebook group. This post is the first time I bothered to hear his side of the story, and I was shocked. I wasn’t the only one that caused him trouble, and the bad circumstances caused by a newbie mistake almost caused him to quit writing on Medium altogether. Through my stubbornness and emotional reaction to an honest mistake by James, I made another person want to quit writing.

Who the fuck did I think I was?

Of course, I felt bad, but I felt worse for James. He’d made a mistake and suffered for it unnecessarily. When I realized what I’d done — considering the type of person I know I am inside — I set about to rectify it. For the record, not only did I hurt someone else through my actions, but I missed a whole lot of great writing by James.

I left James a note on Facebook and went on a friending and unblocking spree. I knew full well that this wasn’t enough to make up for what I’ve done to him. In the past few weeks, when I have a spare few moments, I’ll look through his archive and read. I know the best thing I can do for another writer is showing my appreciation for his work, so I have.

Why am I telling this story?

I’m not innocent. I’ve done nasty things to other people — other writers — and I shouldn’t get upset when it happens to me.

But I do.

I’m a worrier. I worry about what I’ve done for the friends to block me and unfriend me. I worry about the other people who may have been offended by things I’ve said and done.

I know, you are all going to tell me that I shouldn’t worry what people think, but dammit, I do! I worry about the image I put out there. I’m trying to do good things with the rest of my life, and I don’t want to be known as a mean, heartless bastard.

I don’t like people to think I’m stupid, immoral, clueless, fake, dishonest, racist, misogynistic, sexist, or innocent because I’m not. Maybe I’m too sensitive, but I care what people think about me. I care about the impression I leave with people at the end of the day.

Can you relate?

How would you feel about yourself had you done what I did to James? How much do you concern yourself over what people think of you?

I’m not going to drop any well-meaning advice about how to live your life without worrying about what others think, because I do, and I can’t quit upsetting myself thinking about the chance I may offend someone.

I know I need to stop worrying so much about everything, but isn’t this something important I should be focusing on? Shouldn’t we all be a bit more concerned about how we treat other people? I see so much hateful rhetoric on social media, and I think with all the problems in this world and society at large, shouldn’t everybody be coming together — not splitting hairs and fracturing relationships?

I don’t think it’s a bad thing to care what people think about me. Don’t you care?

What do you think?

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Jason Weiland is a writer, blogger, freelancer, and mental health advocate living a dream life in a place he only dreamed of as a kid. He talks about difficult issues but has never lost his sense of humor or willingness to understand others and help when he can.

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