I have spent too much time worried about what people think of me.
I like black licorice. You might didn't care to know, but now you do. More likely (or at least I assume) you think the above is gross.
Growing up, I didn't know much of anyone who liked black licorice. So when I realized this to be the flavor of black jelly beans and good and plenty's, I decided to keep it a secret. I didn't want people to think I was gross, and I didn't want to end up with everyone's bycatch either.
Why do I care about what people think of me? Why can't I be one of those people who just doesn't care. Cuz honestly, if I knew how, I would be less friendly and less social. Sometimes I actually wish that less people liked me; yet, I spend so much energy making sure most people do.
Makes no sense.
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