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| Dollface |
A rare moment wherein I get on my soapbox - make the most of it, it doesn't happen often.
Without sounding too much like Pollyanna, I like to think I'm a nice person. I was brought up proper (innit), and was taught to have good manners, respect other people, and to know when a sprinkling of dignity was required.
And, for all my occasional swagger and knowing smile, I would hate to think that I had ever upset anyone. It's part of my job to make people's lives easier; and it has pretty much always spilled over into my personal life.
For all my virtues, I'm not a saint either. I can be impatient, and oversensitive, and terrible at picking places to eat. I have moments of weakness when I cry far too easily and God help the person who encounters me when I'm short on sleep. I've been reliably informed that it's like looking into the eyes of a shark.
I'm a firm believer in achieving more with honey than with vinegar. The softly softly approach has always worked for me, whether it be in getting colleagues to my way of thinking or coaxing folk into ultraviolence. I'll never demand or force, and would much rather utilise gentle persuasion over any other method.
However, I have long accepted that there are simply going to be people in life who do not like me. Rightly or wrongly, there are going to be folk out there who don't like the cut of my jib. I can't control that; but what I can control is their reason for disliking me.
I would accept someone's opinion of me if I deserved it. If I had launched a foul-mouthed tirade, or shown them disrespect, or came into their house at Christmas and pissed on their children, I would take it on the chin and make a mental note to try not to behave in such a manner again.
Dislike me for concrete, palpable reasons. Dislike me because I gave you a dirty look, or spoke to you in a manner you found inappropriate. Dig deep and find a cause, because I will never respect the opinion of people who dislike me simply on the basis of my existence.
It's the one thing I cannot, and will not change. Hate me for what I am, for what I have done. Not because it's easier to dislike me, and not for the glitter and dust of illusions and misconceptions.
Edited Wed 16 Dec 09, 11:53 PM by Dollface
| 16 Dec 09, 11:54 PM Shamonu UK, 7 yrs  |
When I was young in my teens and 20s, I was genuinely hurt if people didn't like me for no reason. In my 30's it all started to change and I began to realise that it didn't matter as long as I was happy with who I was and that I was half way decent. In my 40's now and I am not afraid to show myself warts and all and mostly don't give a darn what people think. I know who I am and it sure ain't the person I choose to play about with on line sometimes. I keep the real me for my private life and those who can see through the webs I weave. I believe the older you get the less you care what others think. They don't really know you. I've had people dislike me because of just being the best friend of their girlfriend. The girl wouldn't allow me in her house and I'd never even spoken to her!! Be yourself, hold your head high, be true to you and let others think what they want. You have no control over others and their thoughts as you have said. I know its not easy sometimes and can be very annoying and upsetting. Good luck and be you, always..
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| 17 Dec 09, 12:01 AM Grownup_Frankie UK, 3 yrs |
I liked that phrase; 'the cut of my jib'. I can virutally picture you standing your ground in this post, with a bit of swash and buckle - and why not? You've said your say eloquently. There will be those people, though, no matter what you do or say, who are going to dislike you for no good reason. There just isn't any mystery to it though. The reasons they have will be bad ones, more - much more - to do with themselves than you. You will remind them of who they wanted to be, who they gave up on themselves being; you will make people jealous, merely by being you.
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| 17 Dec 09, 12:25 AM Thebluetouchpaper UK(DN), 2 yrs |
I don't give a flying feck if people like me or not.... | ||
| 17 Dec 09, 12:43 AM MarcusStrapp UK(CB), 7 yrs |
Really? You might hate me for saying this, or hate me for any other reason., But if you did, I'd probably have no control over the matter
Mind, I think your jib is cut just fine and I do like the honey rather than vinegar thing
Oh I bought two flying f*cks. Will be accompanied by Christmas cards saying normally I wouldn't give a flying fuck about your Christmas present, but this year I did. Well it's Christmas init! Let's all get into the spirit and give a flying f*ck for a change.
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| 17 Dec 09, 1:03 AM fussyone 9 yrs |
The people you speak of are of no importance in your life. I think as one gets older we learn to not give a fuck about the little people. Why would I care if someone wants to spend their time bad mouthing me, deliberately trying to wind me up in some way, hating me? It says a lot more about them then me. I used to kick off about such things, I no longer give a shit and that feels very good. |
