Sucks. Caring what people think. Pretend like we don’t… but on some level we do.
Guess you just gotta chose the people whose opinions you take on board carefully.
u sure about that? That they doubt you? They said that? Or are you a mind reader? Maybe you need to change who’s opinion you care about… doubts don’t help anyone (and are often more of a reflection of other people’s own insecurities, rather than an accurate reflection of you)
Sorry, don’t change their opinion… I mean, change which people whose opinion you care about… ie. stop caring about people who doubt you. Gonna tell it to you straight – some people are NEVER gonna respect you the way you want them to, no matter what you do they find a reason to doubt you. So you just gotta stop caring about thier opinion, even if you still care about them.
No matter what I do or acheive, it will never be good enough for my parents. It used to hurt me, until I just started to accept the fact – nothing will live up to their expectations. Stop doing things to impress them, did things for myself instead. It was years later that I realised, their doubts of me were actually a symptom of their own mental illness… and this is how negativity begats negativity.
@TC u ever gonna say what happened with your dad?
Mine divorced my mother largely because she didn’t bear him a son. Witheld money from me for ‘dowry’ which, I will assume I will get back when I marry (any day now, yeah right). Attended my uni graduation because he ‘had to see me get my degree with his own eyes, before he beleived I wasn’t just partying for those 3 years…’ Never approved of anything I did, or the way I did it, or the way I dressed or spoke. Because I was meant to be a nice normal girl and get married and be a housewife.
He’s fucked in the head, but… he’s my dad. He does really fucked up things but in his warped twisted mind, he’s doing what he thinks is right. I love him and he loves me, but we prefer to stay on opposite sides of the country is all.
Nah, I’m cool with just hatin my dad for now. It’s not like I want him to get hit by a bus. Fuck no, I’d rather fuck him up myself. But if he does get hit by a bus then what happens happens. I guess we’ll never know how I’ll feel about it until it happens, right? Maybe somebody can read this and speed the process up just a bit.
Honestly, just as long as he stays the fuck away from me and my family, I won’t do anything hasty to his sorry ass…
My parents have never been married together. They were together long enough to have me and my lil bro, then got back together long enough to have my lil bro and sis. After that’s just fuckin history.
If you don’t mind, I don’t like even typing about my dad…
@TC, what if you were driving the bus?
That’s cool, you say as much or as little as you’re comfortable with. But that fact that you bring it up sometimes makes me think you want to talk about it, or maybe just vent. But you are right, either way, world keeps spinning.
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You have something to prove to yourself but to no one else. Everyone else can go fuck themselves
Sucks. Caring what people think. Pretend like we don’t… but on some level we do.
Guess you just gotta chose the people whose opinions you take on board carefully.
i know. and i want to prove it to myself..
i don’t care what anybody thinks.
(maybe only a select few people)
but i do like to hear opinions. i find them interesting.
but the one’s who i care, doubt me.
shit’s getting old.
u sure about that? That they doubt you? They said that? Or are you a mind reader? Maybe you need to change who’s opinion you care about… doubts don’t help anyone (and are often more of a reflection of other people’s own insecurities, rather than an accurate reflection of you)
i am both a mind reader and a good listener. (people have told me)
how am i supposed to change someone’s opinion? URG.
What am I thinking? I’ll give you a hundred dollars if you get it right.
about burritos?
Lmao Nah, that ain’t it but damn near close.
damnit. i could really use 100 bucks. lol.
You and me both sister
Sorry, don’t change their opinion… I mean, change which people whose opinion you care about… ie. stop caring about people who doubt you. Gonna tell it to you straight – some people are NEVER gonna respect you the way you want them to, no matter what you do they find a reason to doubt you. So you just gotta stop caring about thier opinion, even if you still care about them.
No matter what I do or acheive, it will never be good enough for my parents. It used to hurt me, until I just started to accept the fact – nothing will live up to their expectations. Stop doing things to impress them, did things for myself instead. It was years later that I realised, their doubts of me were actually a symptom of their own mental illness… and this is how negativity begats negativity.
That’s my dad. I hate him and he hates me… and the world keeps on spinnin
i cannot find words to say.. although i thank you for that.
you’re 100% correct.
@TC u ever gonna say what happened with your dad?
Mine divorced my mother largely because she didn’t bear him a son. Witheld money from me for ‘dowry’ which, I will assume I will get back when I marry (any day now, yeah right). Attended my uni graduation because he ‘had to see me get my degree with his own eyes, before he beleived I wasn’t just partying for those 3 years…’ Never approved of anything I did, or the way I did it, or the way I dressed or spoke. Because I was meant to be a nice normal girl and get married and be a housewife.
He’s fucked in the head, but… he’s my dad. He does really fucked up things but in his warped twisted mind, he’s doing what he thinks is right. I love him and he loves me, but we prefer to stay on opposite sides of the country is all.
Nah, I’m cool with just hatin my dad for now. It’s not like I want him to get hit by a bus. Fuck no, I’d rather fuck him up myself. But if he does get hit by a bus then what happens happens. I guess we’ll never know how I’ll feel about it until it happens, right? Maybe somebody can read this and speed the process up just a bit.
Honestly, just as long as he stays the fuck away from me and my family, I won’t do anything hasty to his sorry ass…
My parents have never been married together. They were together long enough to have me and my lil bro, then got back together long enough to have my lil bro and sis. After that’s just fuckin history.
If you don’t mind, I don’t like even typing about my dad…
dont really have anything to say but i gave up trying to meet all the standards they want me to meet
@TC, what if you were driving the bus?
That’s cool, you say as much or as little as you’re comfortable with. But that fact that you bring it up sometimes makes me think you want to talk about it, or maybe just vent. But you are right, either way, world keeps spinning.
I’d speed up.
I do need to vent sometimes I guess… thanks for listenin tho
@TC venting is healthy. Here to listen, anytime here or on email if you prefer