Asked to volunteer for something, I have to say yes.
Sent out a group e-mail only to realize I’m not being addressed in the replies. Do something to fix that!
Heard the same story six times about the time your dog had a C-Section. I just keep nodding along.
You can’t make it? Oh I will shuffle everything to accommodate. It’s in my nature.
Misunderstood? Must fix it right away. Obsess about it until things are set straight. I’m uncomfortable until everything is right. Physically.
Politely ask the woman blocking the cross walk to move her car, that little kindergartner just about got run over, and she gives me the finger? Oh wait…don’t really care about her.
I worry too much.
Plan to the extreme.
Try to please everyone.
Can’t we all just get along?
I want, need to make everyone happy.
It’s like a disease.
I belong to a very sad club. The People Pleasers, and I’ve had enough. Time to join that other club over there. The “I don’t give a crap what anyone thinks” club. They seem pretty confidant, happy, self assured and are hogging all the fun. Problem is this people pleasing thing? It’s hard to kick. It’s kind of like a disease? I’m tired. Sigh. Could someone please pass me a big old bucket of “I don’t care”?