Today, someone demanded a confrontation.
In a way, I really admire how she could be so brave and outspoken about her mind. Yet, at the same time I also think how could she be so naive? To think that life is so simple?
What do you do when the whole world hates you?
Do you drown in sorrow and think what is wrong with yourself, and think what you could do to change yourself.
But at the same time, why the fuck should you do it to please others? Hell, I’m not perfect, and no one is, and I can’t please everyone right? I can’t guarantee that I can change and make people like me and there’s probably milion others who can’t accept what I have changed to become anyway!
Sometimes I wish people would just leave me alone. Why can’t they accept that? Did I do something so despicable to make them hate me?
I guess I could say the same about others too. I can’t accept certain behaviors so I just stay away from them. Then I become the bad guy because I try to avoid them?
The world is round, misunderstandings happens all the time. People can’t read minds so many a times, we just remain in that sea of misunderstanding because we’re comfortable there. We’re afraid of confrontations because we don’t know how to face the awkwardness that follows after.
I am stubborn, I don’t accept everything that people say about me but not because I always think I am right, I just don’t care what they think anyway cos they’re not worth it.
If I keep stressing myself out about what people think of me all the time, I think I would be a really depressed and miserable person. I am depressed enough as it is because I overthink stuff, you know, about life, about being incomplete, about why there is rich and poor, about the tragedies around the world, about being ugly rather than beautiful, about growing older, and the list goes on and on..
But why is it wrong for me to be who I am? Why is it wrong for me to overthink things? I don’t think I killed anyone or did a major crime so why? Why is it a big deal that I am a serious person when it comes to work? Why does it bothers them so much that I don’t ‘lighten up’ with the working environment?
I’m just doing my job, the job that pays for my bills, and keeps me clothed and puts a roof over my head. Even if it means I have to hate my job, I’d still have to work right? I guess I’m sorry I wasn’t born right or privileged to say that if I’m not happy about work I can just quit.
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So what do you do when the whole world hates you?
