And that’s when I realize: The world doesn’t revolve around me. What if a stranger not liking me isn’t the end of my life and existence and humanity? What if most people aren’t thinking much about me either way because they’re busy with their own lives? And if they are thinking about me, they carry their own biases and it’s a waste of time to parse out which opinions about me are actual statements about me as a person and which just reflect their own experiences?
