I have learnt to accept myself, not care or give a damn about what people think or say about me, about us. Some of my friends envy me, admire me, wonder how this happened, how I manage this or if it is not just a facade. I genuinely really don’t give a damn about what goes through people’s minds when they see me, or as Rihanna would say << I have run out of fucks to give >>.
Living by what X, Y or Z says or think about me is a burden too heavy to carry and so not worth the pain! No matter what one says or does people will always have something to say. It could be something nice or nasty and for me it’s… whatever and please do go on!
I grew up in a place where talking and judging people was considered normal as drinking water. Like most people it did affect me. We always consciously/unconsciously give too much effort and importance in what the other thinks. Well, I don’t, I stopped a long time ago. I don’t think (not care) about what anyone thinks about me on the contrary in a crazy way I want to shock them so that they will have more juicy stuff to talk about and fill their days and nights with. The blog isn’t part of it 😉 (ooooh ok yes it is hihihihi 😉
I have started by being me, Mimi, for quite sometime now and believe me it feels GOOD. I have shaved my big head completely one afternoon when Robin was away working in London. I am 32 now and only started putting lipsticks on and not your usual colours but orange (Lady Danger), purple (Rebel), lavender (Heroine.. of all names huh!). I am now buying, blue and green lipsticks. A friend asked me if I was having a rebellion? I replied no, I just want to be FREE by being ME and not what she wanted me to be. In a way it might be considered like a sort of rebellion but I would say no. I had a lovely childhood, my life was/is great so I am not rebelling 😉
I have to admit that not only do I owe this to my life and experiences here in the UK but most certainly to Robin. One day I asked him if he didn’t mind what people thought and said about him and his reply was priceless (like him) “Who?” But it wasn’t who talks about me, it was who, who is around to be having the time to talk about me Robin. I laughed and repeated the question he simply said no and carried on whatever he was doing. He so doesn’t care, I find it amazing. I do sincerely admire him for it! If it was only for him we would all be this way. We wouldn’t care less.
He taught me how to embrace life, live my life to the fullest, appreciate simple stuff like two cows chewing on their grass in the field, ducks floating on a river,
spend my money on things I like and above all to be happy and not pay too much attention to details (the latest one is a bit of a challenge.. I am a woman doh! I am working on it and it seems to work, slowly but surely). It may be one of the reasons why he is so happy to say that he is an addict (in recovery). I did think that statement was just business related but noooo, it is also “I don’t care about what you think- related”.
Thank you Robin!
Life is way too short to care about other’s judgments.