I’m a pretty likable person. I’m fun. I’m silly. I’m funny. I’m self-deprecating. I’m witty. Ok, you get it. However, it’s when I become aggressive- confronting and fighting for justice and arguing for what I or other people deserve- that people say, “Hold up! You’re not supposed to be this way. YOu’re supposed to be funny stupid and silly. We don’t like this Stephanie. This serious, aggressive Stephanie. No no we want to pick and choose what we want from Stephanie. Don’t break our entertainment.”
That’s how people see me, and want from me. Entertainment. I’m entertaining and “crazy” because you’re boring and vapid. If you want to like me, you accept all of me. You fuck with me, I’ll fuck you up.
It makes me insecure when people call me too aggressive- I’m an adult and I listen to criticism. But then I look at my resume and quickly reflect on all that I have accomplished compared to everyone else, and I think- fuck them. I’m going to rule the world one day. And not everyone grows up awesome. No one else has accomplished what I have precisely because I am special. (Oh yes I am, Sesame Street.) You are not me. I’m not a people pleaser, but I’m mature enough to listen and be open to legitimate criticism. My main goal is not to keep the peace. It ain’t no genteel world no mo son, but you’re welcome to stay behind.
