They made it into a joke, and I made it into something to apologize for. But what if I just... stopped caring about either interpretation? What if I decided that my life is mine to live, and the people who matter will see me — the real me — not just the version of me that fits into their stories? 🌈

I've realized something: I'm actually really curious about things. I have opinions. I notice things that other people miss. I'm thoughtful. I'm learning. And all of that has nothing to do with what I have or haven't "tried yet." 😊

The best thing for me is to invest in the people who see me like this. To spend time with people who are interested in who I'm becoming, not entertained by what I haven't done. To build friendships and connections that are based on actual respect instead of this weird dynamic where I'm the punchline. 🤝

I think I need to give myself permission to be boring to people who only saw me as entertainment. That's actually freedom. 💗

What if the people who seem to find me most interesting aren't actually the ones who matter?