I Don’t Mind People Making Fun of Me
Like most people, I have been made fun of quite a lot.
Throughout my life, I have been called strange, weird, “interesting”, and many other, worse things. Friends have made fun of me, strangers have laughed at me, and some have imitated me or talked behind my back. In their attempts to ridicule or discourage me, I have been called countless names by several people.
None of them have made a lasting dent.
In fact, they have only encouraged me further.
No one likes being made fun of — and neither do I.
I don’t like it when people look and laugh, or when I become aware that someone has talked behind my back. I don’t like it when someone parrots how I speak or imitate the way that I stand. I like none of these things, because they make me feel ashamed of the person I am, whom I have fought so hard to uphold.
Fortunately, with time, I have learned to look past these things.
I have come to learn that when people make fun of you like this, the case is not that there is something wrong with you, or that there is something that you need to change in order to become a “better person”. Other people will be critical either way. Some people use their lack of understanding as an excuse to put others down for the sake of maintaining their own comfort zones, even when nothing has been done to actually hurt or harm them.
Thus, if I were to stop, I would only be accommodating to their “needs”— but at the cost of my own authentic self.
So even though I feel hurt, I do not let myself be put down by their looks or words. I will always listen to someone’s genuine criticism against me, but if someone complains about something so superficial as “you stand weird”, I will not be changing that aspect of who I am. I will not undermine one of my greatest values in life and stop being myself for the sake of pleasing someone else.
In the end, I cannot control what others think or feel about me, but I can control what I do.
As long as I am not hurting anyone in the process, I should be able to do what I want. It should not be necessary for me to try to fit into a mold. By choosing not make this attempt, I can choose not to give other people’s hurtful criticisms control.
So I acknowledge their words, but then I let them go.
And eventually, their looks and words lose their hold.
