If I could have one super ability in the world, it would be to feel unaffected when people don't like me.
Instead, I dwell on it. I focus, and concentrate, and drive myself nuts thinking about the people who don't like me.
I tell myself to appreciate the people who do, but then I'll find out that someone's mad at me or finds me annoying or whatever, and I just zone in on it.
The funny thing is that most of the time when I'm not being nice, it's because I'm trying to put up this "I don't really care" attitude when in fact, I'm miserable.
Sometimes I wonder if it would make a difference.
What if I just erected a billboard that says--
"It bothers me when you don't like me. Love me. I'm a vulnerable soul."
Somebody would probably draw a mustache on it.
It would probably be my grandmother, telling me to get over it.
"Somebody hated Audrey Hepburn."
"Grandma, nobody hated Audrey Hepburn. More people hated Jesus than Audrey Hepburn."
"People hated Audrey Hepburn, and she was still Audrey Hepburn. She didn't stay up all night worrying about those assholes. She just went on being Audrey Hepburn. If she had wasted her time worrying, she wouldn't have BEEN Audrey Hepburn. That's what you need to do. Just be Kevin Broccoli. Let the assholes take it or leave it."
Let the assholes take it?
I'm going to leave that one alone.
But I will say this--
My grandma might be onto something.
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