I guess I need to ask myself whether I care what people think of me. And the unfortunate answer is yes, yes, and hell yes.
There are some people who are trying to live well, be happy, and not screw anyone over in the process.
And then there are some people who employ a vicious fascination with other people’s lives. I’m scared of these ones. Like mad dogs. When do you get old enough to lose your fangs? My life is not meat. I wish I was strong enough to bite back.
I feel so off-balance and helpless. Like everything is just happening to me and I can’t even react in a meaningful way.