#beingliked

[bardo1129]

#validation #beingliked #writing #screenwriting #amwriting #scriptnotes #gratitudefornyc‬ (at New York, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/COyT-UvBNJd/?igshid=n27r1k9coj5

[sometimesi-needtobreathe]

Well since no one knoes me. Part-2

Surprisingly as soon as I wrote that first post, which in all honesty I know I struggled with. I was confused what to write about and if I should even start in the first place.But now i have a small idea that I got excited about, before I realized how scary this actually is. Putting yourself out there, if people will even like it or relate to it. They might relate to this post a little though.

I don’t really know the theme to this blog, so bear with me if it’s a little scattered.  I think another part about me is, my constant need for approval or constant need to be liked and to fit in.

Though I don't think I fit in exactly. Certain parts of me do. But me as a whole, completely without having to worry or be afraid that parts of me will not be accepted. Being made fun off doesn't count, people will always find something to tease you about. Friendly banter as people know it, I do it. Though I'm probably not the friendliest about it. Which if you do know me and i did this to you, I apologize, I have no excuse. Just know that I'm working on it and I mean no harm. 

I think it plays out in the part of me picking up parts of people around me. Me trying to learn more and get more involved. Everyone likes to be liked right? Or is this just me desperate and seeking attention? I think eventually what I’m looking for most of the time is someone just like me, someone who likes the same things I do or does the same things I do, feels the same way about everything. I think this just lacks originality. But part of just wants this to see how things go  and someone else is like this, then maybe I’m doing alright for now? That maybe I am doing things right and maybe I can completely fit in.

[theefifi]

Choices, choices choose wisely... #BeingLiked or #BeingValued #BeingValuedFeedsTheSoul #BeingValuedIsPriceless #BeingValuedIsEverything #BeingValuedvsBeingLiked (at Vanderbijlpark CE 2, Vanderbijlpark) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2-KNT_D6zSiCGLZefnYtrkd3dRsimaab7FOyw0/?igshid=16hvayb1peazg

[flipflopsandfins-blog]

They Like Me, They Really Like Me!

You hear of crazy things people do to find out what others really think of them, and it all starts at very young ages. Elementary school you would call up classmates (usually the opposite sex) and ask them to take a rate call. Which would end up with you listing off different names (your name being one of them of course) and the called individual would rate them on a scale of 1-10. Basically, it’s the early days of Nielsen ratings or telemarketing surveys. Then as we age and technology grows up you can use websites with number of re-tweets, amount of friends you have, or the number of connections etc. all which are designed to show you how popular you are or how well you are liked. In the dating world it could be the number of winks, swipes left or right, or flirts you get. Then I have actually heard, maybe just on TV, or on the West Coast, folks throw funeral parties. Yep, they invite their friends over to celebrate the death of the party thrower that is actually still alive. Why? So they can hear what folks would say about them, or in other words, if they were liked, really really liked....

Well, Not me! I didn’t do that, not intentionally at least. For me, it was the decision to jump off my mainland and move to an island, in the Caribbean, far far away from home, family, and friends. Why? Not to see if they really like me, but because I wanted and needed to for me.  But what ended up happening is that you do learn how much family and friends either really care about you or just act like they care. They either go out of their way to spend as much time as possible before you fly away (they really like you) or they say they want to see you and then you don’t hear from them ever again. Well,at least not until they want to take a vacation right where you so happen to live (they don’t really like you). Then there are those folks that you see and interact with that  you enjoy being with, but you don’t think much more than that and they end up surprising you the most with how much they profess how sad they are you are actually leaving. Wow, where did that come from?! (I didn’t know they really really liked me). Nutty. 

I don’t know if any of those methods are a bad thing or not, I’m not here to judge. I just think it sometimes takes extreme measures for people to truly confess how they feel about you. I personally wouldn’t throw a funeral for myself; that seems like too much work, and rate calls are a little sophomoric, especially since everyone has caller id and would know you are the one calling and asking, and very few people still actually take surveys over the phone...down with telemarketers! Instead, just decide to make a major life change and jump off the body of land you live on. Then you will know who likes you, really really likes you! And I too know who I really really love and miss, until I see them again. 

[long-live-enchanted]

Wonderful drawing by the talented artist Kristina Webb. Perfectly illustrates my life at the moment...stressed. 😰 P.S. When I say music I mean-- Taylor and Demi 😊 my everything.