Today I discovered something about myself:
I used to believe that I never cared what people thought about me, but lately, I've noticed that this is a complete fallacy. It is almost impossible to not wonder what that guy who's staring at you is thinking. I feel like I have a certain obligation to keep up a certain reputation...a reputation that I've come to despise. It's this stupid sort of "badass" persona that I've perfected in the last five years or so. I used to think that everyone would think I was cool if I told them all my amusing stories about the crimes I've comitted and how much weed I smoke a month. However, this doesn't seem to matter all that much anymore. It's more of what people think when they first look at me. Are they thinking that I'm a drug addict because my fingers are twitching? Do they think I'm cool? Do they think I'm a fake? Maybe I'm just super paranoid, but I hate not knowing what people think of me...