Why Waste Time Worrying About What Others Think of You?

And you thought getting old was just a number.

Lee-Anne Hancock


A sign on white paper typed in black saying worry less.
Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash

How often did you not do something you really wanted to because of peer pressure? Were you afraid your friends would laugh? You remember how you needed to fit in as a teen. Wear the right clothing, buy cool running shoes, and sit at the cafeteria table with your friends.

Remember how important having the right hairstyle was. For girls, this was paramount. My hair does what it wants. Usually, it behaves, but you never know.

In high school, I had long hair. Everybody did. My hair was so thick that when it was short, it was too curly (not cool), but when it was long, the heaviness weighed the hair down and was just wavy. That worked for me.

And bangs. Oh my God. If you had real bangs, not just a side sweep, they had to go to your eyebrows or longer. My dad was a barber and cut my bangs (oh, the shame). I would scowl while he cut them and then raise my eyebrows so the bangs would appear lower while I was with friends.

When I was in school, it was popular to straighten your hair. Do you remember ironing your hair? That didn’t work for me, but curling your hair with tin cans would. Most girls used smaller cans to straighten their hair. I had to use large tomato juice cans. Try sleeping with those on your head.

Are we getting smarter?

As we get older, hopefully, we get a little wiser and wear and buy what we like. Social media now plays an essential part in how many people think and what they buy.

The main thing we all need to worry about is deciding what or who we stand for. Do we stay quiet when we know we should speak up against a wrong? Are we still worrying about what people will think?

I can’t honestly say that I don’t care what people think, but I do what I feel is right regardless. I speak up against people in government that are creating harmful situations, even if it isn’t a popular view.

People frequently comment on the fact that I run, you know, at my age. I don’t know if they are jealous or if they think I must be slightly dim-witted. I don’t care.



Lee-Anne Hancock

Retired Poison Control Specialist. Now writing murder mysteries and blogging about life, family, and the fun of retirement.