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Why do most people care so much about what others think? Are they afraid of society norms?

Last Updated: 18.06.2025 10:26

Why do most people care so much about what others think? Are they afraid of society norms?

I was ready to bolt when my friend walked up to me, grinning ear to ear. “You look like a dream,” she said, loud enough for everyone to hear.

It was the first time I wore a saree in college. Excited yet nervous, I draped myself in my mother’s teal-blue saree, which she had lovingly ironed and handed over with that proud twinkle in her eye.

“Did I drape it wrong? Does it look too plain? Do I even look good?”

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Ah, society and its norms—always looming, always judging, isn't it? Let me take you back to an incident that forever changed how I view this question.

That moment, I realized something profound—most of the people staring weren’t even judging; they were just... looking. And the ones who judged? Well, they went on with their day just as I went on with mine.

And so should we.

Why do Democrats keep calling Patriots/President Trump supporters "sore losers"? Do they purposefully ignore the massive fraud that took place, or genuinely think that there was zero fraud?

Because, trust me, the world moves on a lot faster than we think.

Are we afraid of society's norms? Maybe. But more often than not, we fear the stories we write in our heads about those norms.

The problem with caring too much about what others think is that we hand over our control to people who might not even notice us the way we think they do.

If I get served by someone else's papers, am I legally required to inform the person that they got served, or the court that they served the wrong person?

So the next time society glares your way, ask yourself: is it really worth giving your peace to their fleeting thoughts?

As I walked into the college, every pair of eyes seemed glued to me. Some admiring, some smirking, and a few whispering. My palms were sweating, and my steps faltered as my mind spiraled into a series of anxious thoughts.

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