My Mind Gaslights Me

Okay, cool. Um, a little bit of a personal reflection today. Wednesday, the 28th of January 2026. 

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And you know what? I genuinely fall out my brain, uh, and my mind specifically, not necessarily in my brain, which is which would be the hardware in this case. Um, you know, I'm talking more about the software, the mind, and what makes up my mind. 

I have to admit that my mind often gaslights me into kind of like thinking things that aren't necessarily true, again, fear. Um, has uh, apparently been uh, turned into an acronym, you know, in, in, in, uh, uh, relatively recent history has been turned into an acronym. And it does stand for false evidence appearing real. 

Um, and honestly, like, I'm constantly afraid of like, I guess, um, you know, certain interactions that I have with people, whether I've composed myself in the most, you know, friendly or presentable man or whether I've just kind of like, you know, done whatever, like, I, in other words, I care too much about what people think of me. And honestly, like it's something that I need to pull out of stop because at the end of the day, um, the world moves way too fast, people move on way too quickly from things. 

for me to sit there and care about what somebody thinks about me. Like, don't get me wrong, sometimes I do have a bit of a guilty conscience because, like, you know, I can have an influence on EPeople's thoughts, even though it's tiny as momentary. 

Um, you know, I have to say to myself, I have to say, say to myself, like, you know, if I've tried to interact with somebody, and that interaction was as genuine as possible, and I was genuinely just trying to, like, you know, you know, uh, you know, if I was thinking about somebody and, you know, like, I just wanted to just basically even put a smile on their day, and, you know, it kind of like backfires. I say the wrong thing, upset, you know, nowadays we, you know, constantly have to worry about upsetting people that is ridiculous. But I mean, if the intention behind it was not a harm, then why the hell should I care? 

Why should I be interested in what people think about me?