in the fact that I generally do not care about what other people think. Spoken words, whether meant to compliment or insult, easily roll off my back because I often take it with a grain of salt. People talk, so I let them talk. It’s only a matter of filtering out the good from the bad.
As of late, however, I’ve been finding myself affected, if not incensed, by some of the things I’ve been hearing. I’m actually beginning to care about what others think and that is so unlike me. Maybe it’s because their comments are laden with contempt—contempt that is unreasonably grounded in their preconceived notions and what they themselves could have easily heard from the rumor mill.
What annoys me the most is the fact that at first, the talk was light and airy, at times even hinting at being congratulatory, but then it quickly drifted into one that is more critical, pinpointing every mistake that would then be tallied up so as to deliver the final verdict.
All I really want is to be left alone so I could form my own opinions without all the unnecessary white noise.
