Other people are on my mind right now, because:
- in therapy, people talk a lot about what other people think and do,
- other people are going to be judging my voice in February, when I try out for the TV show “The Voice,”
- other people are reading this blog today (including you),
- I am facilitating a therapy group this morning with eleven other people,
- I am visiting Boston’s Museum of Fine Arts this afternoon, to see paintings by Vermeer, Rembrandt, and other people, and
- other people have recently been labeling me “edgy,” “quirky,” “attention-starved,” “caring,” “looking exactly like your son Aaron,” and “looking nothing like your son Aaron.”
Why do we spend so much time wondering what other people might think and might do?
After all, other people are just people (like me and like you).
If other people want to read other posts about other people, this other person suggests other people look here, here, here, here, here, here, and here.
Other people (other than you) are responsible for these other photos:
Now I’m wondering what other people think of those other photos.
Other thoughts, other people?
One other sentence: Thanks to other people, everywhere, for visiting this other person today.
It is natural to seek others’ approval, but not to allow that to govern one’s behaviour. It has taken me a lifetime to recognise that sometimes it doesn’t matter what others think, and that has been very freeing.