Why is it that when someone doesn’t like me or what I create, my response is to like myself less instead of liking them less? Last night, sitting on the couch with my husband watching a movie, my mind wandered and the above is what came to me.

Anthropologically it makes sense to me. We, as a species, needed to care what the tribe thought so we could all survive.

Most of us care about what other people think. I get that. Short of the few narcissists I have met in my life, it seems to plague all of us to some extent. Continue reading →