There may have been a time in my life when I may have cared what people thought of me. Not counting any of the time when I was married. Those years don’t count because I wasn’t myself, I was some crazed Stepford Wife version of myself which existed only in that toxic ass relationship. I have since booted that bitch version of myself and told her to kick rocks. So maybe I gave a shit way back when I was a teenager. Since then, things have changed.