Comments on: I want people to like me. There, I said it.

By: Marco Polo

Marco Polo — Sat, 27 Apr 2013 13:24:50 +0000

I Googled “why don’t people like me?” And your post came up.
I like you. Even though we’ll never meet, rest assured if we were on an elevator I’d have a fun chat with you.

By: Eat the Damn Cake » the women who don’t care

Eat the Damn Cake » the women who don’t care — Thu, 26 Apr 2012 16:51:53 +0000

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By: Eat the Damn Cake » what the hell is success, anyway?

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By: Eat the Damn Cake » Little Victories: asking for a raise

Eat the Damn Cake » Little Victories: asking for a raise — Thu, 19 Jan 2012 17:54:25 +0000

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By: eSeN

eSeN — Thu, 19 Jan 2012 05:17:17 +0000

Hi! I just found your blog, through yesandyes, and I’m so glad I did! I love the way you write; you describe things so spot-on, and I also like the way you don’t hide the “bad” stuff. You talk honestly about vulnerabilities and you are just matter matter-of-fact about it, because they are just a part of you. And then other people don’t feel so bad about their vulnerabilities. That’s what you do.

And this post? It made me wish I could run into you in an elevator or on the street, and maybe we could be friends I don’t live near you, but at least I get to visit you here!

By: JessB

JessB — Tue, 17 Jan 2012 07:36:36 +0000

Oh boy, I am way too nice. In fact, I just finished up a temp position, and my manager there told me in the final conversation that we had, that I was too nice sometimes.

I am working on it.

By: Hannah

Hannah — Fri, 13 Jan 2012 20:24:26 +0000

I think Emily MM said it best–caring is the new cool.

You know the people I like? The people who care about me and seem to consider me in their actions and words. The people I know who truly don’t care about others’ opinions are jerks. I knew a girl once who would get snippy with bar security and waiters for doing their jobs. If she didn’t like it, you heard about it, and a lot. I try to spend as little time as possible around people like that.

And I try to remember, especially when I’m with strangers, that they might feel just as awkward and desperate for approval as I do.

By: Kate

Kate — Wed, 11 Jan 2012 18:03:20 +0000

@Mandy
Exactly, about the cornflakes. I’m working on it. Not peeing in them, but, you know, thinking that, instead of wanting to cry a little.

By: Mandy

Mandy — Wed, 11 Jan 2012 17:35:23 +0000

Ha! What Jo said!

By: Mandy

Mandy — Wed, 11 Jan 2012 17:34:58 +0000

There are degrees of not caring what other people think.
Not caring at all isn’t cool–it’s COLD.
Trampling over other people to get what you want isn’t “kickass,” it’s being a selfish, self-centered asshole.
And being a cold asshole is about the farthest thing from cool I can think of.
Of course, caring TOO much isn’t desirable, either. You don’t want to be cast into agonies of self-doubt if some random stranger says something mean to you in passing. You want to be able to shake your head and wonder “who peed in that guy’s cornflakes?”
In my experience, sweetie, it’s not so much about not caring, as it is about not taking things personally. I also find that being able to laugh at myself helps a lot. I have accepted that I’m not capable of being perfect, and that I’m occasionally ridiculous.
And I think that you totally kickass for being brave enough to put yourself out there every time you post a blog. THAT’S being cool!