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Yes, that’s how I feel

Wandering about Notting Hill tonight. The company has wired the monies for the flat. It’s a little delay. I’ll move in Monday. Who gives a f*ck.

I don’t give a f*ck. I don’t care about you. My concerns about what you think about me, well, minimal would be an overstatement. I’m doing good just focusing on me. It’s so funny to watch how we worry about “what others think”. What we are doing, where we are going, with whom with. I’d vote for focusing more on what you think about you.

I realize I’ve reached some stage of maturity where worrying about me is a full time job. Everyone else can just watch. Bystanders in the life that I get to define.

Who do you worry about? I’m fascinated with the <30 crowd. So scared of themselves, so scared of others, trying to define themselves to meet all needs.

So what about you? How do you define yourself? Who influences you? We all have influences. Pick those choices wisely, safely ignore those that in the longer run simply don’t matter. Most of the people you meet, won’t matter.

I care about my wife. I care about my kids. The people who value me for who I am. Not for what I portray. People who play the game with me long term. Focus your energy on them. The rest, let them simply be your amusement and don’t worry about what they think.

1 Comment

  1. Yeah, I’m kinda at that stage, though still do worry (to an extent) about what my friends think of me. Not so concerned with how my general circle of acquaintences feels, but my close friends do matter. I find it a tricky balancing act sometimes. But I am very glad I’m not < least I'm past that. 🙂

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