The bus driver just yelled at me for standing up when we were approaching my stop, he said I had to sit still until the bus stopped. But he didn’t say anything to other people who did this before me. And when I got out, he rudely said that drivers should be thanked before getting off, which I would have done if he hadn’t yelled at me, аnd again, he did not say anything to the woman who silently got out before me. I dont know what it was, maybe he thought I was a kid because I look young, or maybe he just wanted to yell at someone, either way my evening is ruined🫠
I understand that but my question remain: do you really think you need to worry about what a random person can think about you? There are 8 billions plus people to worry about, then.And if you think you should, have try to understand why?
I know a few people, I could name them, that would like to slap me in the face (because I dare live a different life) and I have little doubt that many perfect strangers would also not like me because of that live. I know many others would not like like me because they think I’m too bald, or too bearded, too tall or too thick maybe. Or because I don’t talk enough, or too much. Or because don’t like bananas. Because I don’t have a TV at home, no Netflix, and so on.
There are as many reasons to not like me (or hate me) as there people willing to waste their time finding reasons to not like me. And like I said, I’m fine with them not liking me, why should I not be? But I will not waste a second of my own precious time worrying about their opinion. They’re strangers.
There is this thing called ‘Stoicism’, an old Roman philosophy that could be grossly summarized like this: it’s a waste of one’s energy to worry about things one can’t change. It happens one can’t change other people’s opinion.