About the whole, what do people think of me thing?

I give up on really caring. Not in a bad, spit the dummy type of way. Just really, people will think what they think, and if being me is a problem for them, then I can't really do much about that, and if being me makes them like me, well, I can't really help that either.

What am I going to do if someone doesn't like me anyway? Change? For them?

Me either g/f

I dunno. I kind of want people to like me. But I also kind of don't give a fuck either...if that makes sense? That is to say...as long as most of the people I like also like me, I am happy.* But if people don't like me, I'm highly unlikely to change in order to court their liking.

I find I like most people here most of the time. That's...well, that's kind of why I'm here. If I didn't like most of you, most of the time, why would I choose to spend so much time here?



*the extent to which i believe this to be true is variable according to where on the scale of confidence I happen to be sitting on any one day :p

OH sure it's nice if people like you. Makes life easier in a way, but does it really matter. Does what you want to achieve really depend on your popularity? Probably not much for any of us unless we're in for a public vote or something.

I know my major goal is just to be a great parent, and the only people who have to even remotely like me for that is my family, and I know even they don't like me sometimes because of the decisions I make, but I console myself with knowing that'll pass. ;)

I have a deep-seated need to be liked, coupled with a knack for pushing people away before they get too close (this may be that I was told once, and again it's back to the worst things you think about yourself, that if anyone REALLY knew me they wouldn't like me. This was back in the day when I seemed to have a million friends and a million admirers. This comment brought to surface all I'd unknowingly been telling myself for years, coming from a person I loved more than breathing. Devastating.)

It's a painful place to be, and results in lashing out followed by contrite shame.

As Dana said, a lot of this depends on my level of self-confidence on any given day. Which varies like the weather.

I think it was more of a concern to me when I didn't particularly like myself. I sometimes wish i could go back in time, and just drop this shit into my 20 year old head :p

Yeah, I used to wish I was one of the cool kids here, but now I know it doesn't matter. None of you bastards are cool anyway...cept for maybe lookout. He's pretty cool, but he doesn't even post anymore. :(

there is something wrong with the logic here.

anyway.

I'm fukkin' cool.


:D

He's out occupying Wall Street.

I dunno. I'm still disappointed to find out that he only has two feet. :eyebrow:

2 feet is plenty for anyone ;)

Oh and I'm way cool :D

I apologize for what you (all...well, some...) are imagining I said about you. I really didn't say anything specific about anyone. I do care about the friendships I have here. I should not have, even jokingly, swayed a new person's opinions about other people privately. I should have done it publicly if I was going to do it at all. At least you'd be able to defend yourselves.

I trust that Brill won't actually use that list to form her opinions about the people here. She's clearly experienced enough with forums to know better.

Anyway,... it won't happen again.

*hugs*

Some forums have "Newbies - must read this " threads.
Maybe TheCellar needs one too.

First Rule: "There are no rules, except those that apply to jimhelm"

First Rule of Engagement: " Pick an unsuspecting opponent
Corollary 1: "Attack, then withdraw while fights flare
Corollary 2: "Attack, but select a different opponent
Corollary 3: "Plead innocence and shift blame elsewhere
Corollary 4: "Plead victim, or change the topic
Corollary 5: "Threaten to leave
Corollary 6: "Display conciliation, not contrition
Corollary 7: "Lurk, but return to renew attacks

There are absolutely NO Rules in The Cellar (except Rule #1)

Rule 2: Any Dwellar proposing Rules may be known as the "TheAAU" (TheAssAmongUs)


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Actually, no. I think it's from too many years of having people piss on my shoes then tell me it's raining. One begins to doubt one's ability to interpret things.

esnicker

"I didn't call you a liar, you fucking liar." Would have been much funnier, but then, you didn't ask me, did you?

Damn, the make-up sex is gonna be fucking hot! I'd love to be a fly on the wall. A fly on the wall with an HD camera and a satellite uplink and Pay per view.

Wow! Swoon.

esnicker snicker
Well, the feeling is mutual, Glatt.
You're a peach. A peach with a deep-seated need to be liked, coupled with a knack for pushing people away before they get too close (this may be that I was told once, and again it's back to the worst things you think about yourself, that if anyone REALLY knew me they wouldn't like me. This was back in the day when I seemed to have a million friends and a million admirers. This comment brought to surface all I'd unknowingly been telling myself for years, coming from a person I loved more than breathing. Devastating.)

BUT< a peach none the less. And you're OUR peach.

More Swooning.

Too Cool For School
The food is lousy and the portions are so small?

ashamed at my deception, how can the trust be re-built?
You could change your name to Jolly Rancher

More's the pity.

Wow, awesome ego boost, it was almost like a subliminal post whoring thread hijack.

Now, I should get back to procrastinating.