Who Cares!?
A friend of mine has a saying, "Who cares!?" And I have kind of adopted it from her and have found a huge freedom from such a short, simple saying. She used to say it often and for good reason. As I would come to her in an overly emotional fashion for advice because the things that went on inside my head sometimes could be, slightly melodramatic.I would sometimes find myself in a tornado of self-fears, doubts, and made up scenarios I believed to be true. And I would come to her crying about every little thing. I would be stuck in an hour obsession about what to wear that day, change ten times and finally pick something, only after I hated myself enough. Reanalyze and beat myself up about saying something the "wrong way" or thinking that I sounded stupid. For thinking everyone is staring at me when really it was just this made up and irrational paranoia that I believe to be true. Thinking about every move I made and of course thinking it was always the wrong one...