Just Don’t Care
Would you care about what other people think or say about you if you went to school wearing clothes that are not in style or didn’t match? Would you feel bad if people said your hair was a mess and that you were ugly? I know I don’t. Let me tell you how I got to the point where I just do not care what other people think of me.
Growing up in Holton, Kansas, I was an outcast. I am nobody, basically, in this society if I did not have parents that everybody knew, or a rich background, or a big house, or any other accommodations that were in this area. I was also one of the biggest kids in the area as well, so that did not help one bit with people saying mean things. No matter what grade I was in, I never had many friends and I still don’t. Quite frankly, I don’t need friends if they are just going to stab me in the back later. That may sound harsh but growing up with everyone judging me, they didn’t even know who I was, that made me bitter.
All the years of being judged and cast aside have taught me a very valuable lesson, that you shouldn’t care what other people say or think about you; you should only care what you think about you.
Many of my non-immediate family members care too much what others think about them. My own parents are guilty of this as well, and I have to be the one who enforces this belief in my own household, and my parents are the ones who raised me to never judge anybody if you have not met them and after you have met them still do not judge them.
I believe that the only reason people care what others think about them is because they want to fit in. So they in turn do everything according to what people think is acceptable. Although it may be irrelevant, I am a Juggalo, which is not just a fan base of the Insane Clown Posse, it is also a movement of people who were not accepted in society, maybe they are poor, or a different race, or people just thought that they were weird. I chose to be live a different lifestyle than everyone else because I know that I do not have to do what everyone else is doing just to fit in, or have more friends. I hope that one day everyone can feel accepted and not worry about what everyone else is doing and how Jimmy and Cindy are acting, and care more about how they feel about themselves.
I believe there will always be bullies, and always people being picked on for who they are, but I also believe that if you already have you true self out there people will have nothing to say.
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