The Other Shoe

Wanna be nicer? Instead of “What do you need?” Say, “What’s up?” That’s what I said when I supervised paras and they needed me for something. I dunno, that’s just me, I’m tactful, that way.

No matter what I say, it’s important to me that people like me. Obviously. I get upset when they don’t—case in point, Sally. Although she’s not a great example, I think she finally likes me okay, as much as Sally likes people she hasn’t known that long.

I care deeply what people think. Even people I totally disagree with. Except for my nemesis. I was actually relieved that she never liked me; I disliked her that much.

Her disapproval of me was highly inconvenient, though.

Anyway, my auditory processing’s not great; I think that’s why I misheard Kevin. Or it’s another attention thing, I’m not sure. They evaluated me for suspected auditory processing delay in 2016, but the speech pathologist didn’t find any obvious auditory processing problems. She found my verbal ability to be in the 98th percentile, though, and no, I’ll never get tired of mentioning that.

And, as we know, the psychologist uncovered attention problems and high impulsivity.

I think most people want to be liked or accepted. Human nature. I don’t know too many people who really honestly don’t care what you think of them. But it’s a superpower I’d love to have. You know, other than blushing. Actually, blushing is my Kryptonite.