Random Observation

[textualdeviance]

You know, I think I'd actually begin to worry if stupid, hateful and petty people liked me.

I feel quite honored that the people who like me are some of the most intelligent, creative, generous, kind and loving people I've ever had the fortune to meet, and moreover, that they like me for the right reasons, and not just because of petty, shallow or pointless things. Who wants to be liked because of their looks? Looks fade. Who wants to be liked because of their job? Jobs change. Who wants to be liked because they can be creatively mean to other people? That gets very old after a while, and the bitter, nasty attitude that underlies it usually ends up lashing out at the people around them eventually anyway.

If some halfwit dickhead like Dubya ever liked me, I think I'd feel insulted.

It really is better to be hated for who you are than loved for who you are not.

Comments

[rebeccama.livejournal.com]

Being liked for who you are not is not even validation. "Hey look people like me... except oops, it isn't me they like and I am doing this because I am afraid if they knew who I really am they wouldn't like me." That is supposed to make one feel good about oneself?

I'd rather have friends who like me for me. When one is scared or frustrated or are sad, isn't it better to have someone who will hold you and love you than someone who will see you as weak or say that crying makes you look blotchy?