It’s a funny thing, about reputations. I always insisted, as a kid/teen/young adult that I didn’t care what anyone thought about me. And that was total crap, of course; I did care, desperately. I care less now than I used to, but probably more than I will confess to most of the time. Doesn’t everyone want to be well-thought-of, more or less liked? I’m not going to sit around and cry about it if someone gets the wrong idea about me, but you know what I mean.
I am fond of telling the kids, “It doesn’t matter what other people think, it matters who you are.” I believe that. But it’s not entirely true; sometimes it DOES matter what other people think. And lots of times, it FEELS like it matters (whether it does or not).
Once upon a time, I was young and cerebral and not particularly interested in sex, but my reputation ended up suffering, anyway. Come on over to Off Our Chests today to read about my brief stint as something I wasn’t… and how I ended up being okay with it.