People are going to talk no matter what I do. People are going to assume, people are going to think they know the ins and the outs and all the details in between. I understand that. But why do I have to let that affect the way I live my life? Oh, that's right...I don't.
I refuse to stop being friends with someone just because people are going to talk. They can talk all they want. I'm not going to fight them, because they really don't know. They don't know the situation, and they don't know me. If they really don't even know me, who am I to tell them what to think about me if they aren't going to take the opportunity to really get to know me? The specific people in this situation...I really could care less what they have to say about me. I know who my friends are. And I'm comfortable enough in that.
It's not that I don't care. I still do, a lot more than I should. I probably always will care about what people say about me, unless by some miraculous turn of events I acquire unbelievable amounts of self-confidence. I'm not saying it doesn't hurt to hear people say things that I know aren't true. But I just have to stomach it; take it with a smile and move on.
At least, this is how I feel right now. With the ideal that it's not going to get any worse than it is right now. Fingers crossed.
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