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.

Without meaning, most are blind to rot destroying their own lives
Do great dreams really come true or do they just serve to haunt us?
Aren’t you thankful for the right to vote before they take your money?
Children’s joy and innocence pierce my heart, bring me hope
Loss of respect for truth leads to remorseless liar’s excuses
Right of secession? In a sane world, we could talk about it in 2011 without talk of slavery
We’re all masters of denial when facing painful truths in our lives
My love of ‘fur friends’ stems from the callousness I saw in my father