I was reading a ton of Facebook posts about dead people. It was extremely sad. I usually think about how better off everyone would be if I died. Except this time I got to wondering what nice things people would say about me. It's all stuff they say to me now, but I don't believe it. 

They'd say I was very kind. They'd say I was hilarious (I do agree with that). They'd say I was a hard worker. What I'm ruminating most on today is the kindness. You know us, I think in black and white. I think I'm such a horrible person. I think I'm selfish and cruel. But to see myself from an outsider's perspective is a bit refreshing. Sure, people judge me for where I'm at in my career. People judge that I don't have kids and that I'm not married. People judge that I'm highly inappropriate. Yet they still appreciate my constant attempts to please people. At least that's something positive, right?