Their voices were quiet, but I could tell the man and woman were arguing. She seemed calm and dispassionate. He was full of rage. They were sitting near me Monday evening.
His angry words got louder. Finally, he stood and glared down at her.
“I don’t care what you think of me,” he said loudly. “I don’t need you or your approval!”
And then he stalked out of the restaurant, never looking back.
I knew he was lying, but I have no idea whether he knew that. If he hadn’t cared about the woman’s approval, he wouldn’t have been so angry. He wouldn’t have protested so strongly. And if he really hadn’t cared what she thought of him, he wouldn’t be a normal human being.
I’ve been fighting this battle all my life. I don’t want to care what anybody else thinks about me. I don’t want my actions to be shaped by fear of being hurt by your disapproval. I’ve often lied to myself and I’ve sworn I didn’t care.
I don’t want to need you, but I do. I don’t want to crave your approval, but I do.

Maybe it wasn’t correct choice, but I’m not having surgery Friday
Sometimes you’re not ready for a challenge, but you do it anyway
Shock merger: Democrats, GOP to join in creating new ‘super party’
For me, Valentine’s Day seems to bring out my regrets every year
Finding joy brings more happiness than the empty pursuit of pleasure
Creators must be wary of making propaganda or work for own ego
Existential crisis makes me ask: Can I ever trust you to love me?
My father taught me not to trust; that’s been very tough to change