How am I doing? I mean, compared to others, how am I doing?
I care what others think about me because if there is something I need to change so they think better of me, I want to do change it, whatever it is.
If I have an opinion that’s wrong, I mean, compared to everyone else, I want to know, so I can change mine.
I worry a lot about what people think about me. I care about them so much that I’m willing to be what they want me to be so I can make them happy.
If people are not happy around me, I know it’s my fault, so I try to find out exactly why they’re not happy. I don’t come right out and ask them. I just watch and listen, and I can tell, pretty quickly, it’s me they’re not happy about, so I do everything I can to change whatever it is about me that keeps them from being happy.
What I think, down deep, doesn’t matter. I try not to think about what I really think. All that matters is what others think.
I think I have a special gift of knowing what others are thinking. I don’t tell others about my gift, I just know it helps me know what they’re thinking so I can change what I’m thinking to match what they think.
I’m exhausted, but I need to keep thinking about what other people think. I want to make them happy.
Someone said, “When you’re young, you worry about what other people think. When you’re middle-aged, you say you don’t care what other people think. When you’re old, you begin to realize no one was thinking about you the entire time.” I don’t know who said it. But someone did, and it’s true.
Comparing ourselves to others and worrying about what they think keeps us from being settled. Content.