I’ve been discovering this increasingly with people. It started off with my dad when I finally started pressing him with questions. He eventually concluded that he doesn’t want anyone to hate him in life. I broke the fragile glass and told him there are over 8 billion (rough estimate on the top of my head) people in this world and at least one is going to hate him. Whether the reasoning behind their hate is legitimate or not is beside the point. But then my coworkers bring this up, mostly the kiddos, quite frequently, though they base it off of feelings and not facts.
I know I have people in my past who hated me. Hated. No joke. With my personality, my friends and even strangers would find it difficult that someone could hate me, because I’m quite friendly and a teddy bear, as my friends have told me I am. As far as I can remember, I have never cared what people thought of me. And while I still don’t care, I do care how people perceive me characteristically, simply because of whom my name is attached to. So my thinking is that my character reflects on the one whom I love and I don’t want anyone to perceive something incorrectly, falsely, and associate it with them.
TLDR; Do you care what people think about you? Why or why not?