This is my new motto. Ok, I'll go first and see if there is any other interest in conversation about this. I never know what resonates with others so....if it does, it does. If not, not As a kid I didn't really care what my peers thought of me UNLESS they picked on me, and they did. But that's the only reason I cared. I cared a lot what my family thought of me. As I got older, that faded gradually (won't say it was fast), but it did fade and, in the case of certain people, I no longer care that my mother and other DNA relatives didn't like me. I once cared desperately what my sister thought at one and it is odd to me that she said one thing that happened to be the final straw for me (and was hardly the worst thing she had ever said or done to me) and it just made me snap and I don't care or know anymore what she thinks or does. But it suddenly turned off my feelings. Oh, I still love her but only as my sister and I don't ever want to see her again. And if she thinks I am anything bad, who cares? It doesn't make her right. I I am fairly good about not caring what strangers think of me. In general, I stay away from groups of total strangers because *I* don't care much about strangers either. If I don't know somebody and probably will never see that person again, I am not sure what to say so conversation is tough going for me and boring. And stressful. Very stressful. In that vein, I must care a bit what they think of me, at least at the moment so I contradicted myself. But in the big flow of life, I care less I think than many. BUT...I still care greatly that my husband and kids love me. Fortunately, they do. If this were not true, I would not be the same.