I am not for the faint-hearted and I accept this.

Not surprisingly, my outspokenness and lack of filter completely contradicts my incessant need to be liked.  While the teenager in me pauses when I spot someone’s dislike of me, the middle aged woman I have become doesn’t give a flying fuck.  Don’t get me wrong; I know how to behave.  I won’t make a scene at the office party.  I won’t tell dirty jokes in front of a prayer circle.  However, when a topic comes up that I feel strongly about, I will not hold back.  If I see unfairness in the street, I will step up.  I will not walk away from a situation wishing I had done or said something.

Of course I want to be liked but I don’t care if I’m not.