“Confidence is ignorance. If you’re feeling cocky, it’s because there’s something you don’t know.”
― Eoin Colfer, Artemis Fowl
I’ve been thinking.
Thinking about what people say.
What people think.
I am a human like any other, and I get tiny endorphins doses released when somebody likes my post, comments on my picture, gives me a compliment on my flowery skirt. And of course, I take the admirations, polish them, and carry the shiny trophies on my brain’s shelves.
On the other hand, receiving criticism and abominations crushes the ego and grinds the leftover bits.
“You shouldn’t care what people think”, they say.
So which is it? Am I to dismiss the kind words too? After all, they are categorized as “what people think”.
Yes, I don’t like every single person on this planet, and not everybody likes me. I have my favourites and you have your own arch enemies.
Then what about random nice remarks from strangers?
“I love your hair, it’s absolutely gorgeous”, tells me a pixie-haircut-rocking stranger at the bulk aisle.
My hair is a tangled mess after the gym, so my ego rockets to the highest skies.
However, she also bought a huge bag of white chocolate chips. I don’t like white chocolate.
How much do this lady and I have in common when it comes to taste? So do I trust her judgment on my hair but not on food? Does my hair assuredly look good? Or it is perceived as possessing a certain degree of quality only from her point of view? I have a premonition if I saw this hair on another stranger, I would find it less than decent.
Perception, relativity, and variety of angles shape this world in numerous ways, as many ways as the number of people living on this planet. Confusing!
I think we all do care what people think, some less than the others. And we shape our circle of friends tailored to whatever is our grasp of “good companionship”.
What do you think? (Because I care)