“Dear Fear-Of-What-Others-Think…”: An Open Letter To My Imaginary Audience

[This morning, I have the privilege of guest blogging for one of my favorite author/artists, Don Miller.  This is the post as it appears on his site.  Thanks, Don and Jordan!]

Dear Fear-Of-What-Others-Think,

I am sick of you and it’s time we broke up.  I know we’ve broken up and gotten back together about a bazillion times, but seriously, Fear-Of-What-Others-Think (or FOWOT, for short), this is it.  We’re breaking up.

Because I’m tired of over-thinking my status updates on Facebook, trying to sound more clever, funny, important.  And I’m tired of wondering which Tweets might drive the most traffic to my blog, as though my value as a human being were truly numerical.

I’m tired of wondering which picture to post online so that my in-danger-of-over-expanding gut doesn’t hang out too much and cause others to think I’m a normal late 30-something male, God forbid.  Or that I vacation not in Hawaii or Paris or rural Vietnam, but in central Oregon, if I can afford to go on vacation at all.

I’m sick of feeling anxious about what I say or do in public, especially around people I don’t know that well, all in the hope that they’ll like me, accept me, praise me.  Those who already like me, accept me, and even praise me; those are the ones I’m constantly trying to keep happy.  I run around all day feeling like a freaking Golden Retriever with a full bladder.  Like me!  Like me!  Like me!

And I’m SO tired of feeling bad about myself all the time.  Bad about how I look.  Bad about my job.  Bad about my net worth (which is currently quite RED in color).  Bad about my 12-year-old car and my one-fashion-season-behind clothes.  Bad about my prospects for wealth and fame and Nobel Prize-winning ideas.  Bad about my community, or lack thereof.

Because of you, I go through my day with a cloud of shame hanging over my head, blocking the sun, keeping my throat sore and my nose consistently runny and my eyes all squinty like a newborn.  And I HATE that.

Because when I’m afraid of what others think, I never stop acting.  The spotlight’s always on and I’m center stage and I’d better keep dancing, posturing, mugging, or else the spotlight will move and I’ll dissolve into a little meaningless puddle on the ground, just like that witch in The Wizard of Oz. I can never live up to the expectations of my imaginary audience, the one that lives only in my head but whose collective voice is louder than any other voice in the universe.

And since I know I’m acting and since I know the spotlight’s always moving and since I know that in the bigger picture none of this matters a rat’s patootie, I’m never content to simply be myself.

And all of this is especially horrible, terrible, evil because if I really stop and think about it, and let things go quiet and listen patiently for the voice of the God who made me and delights in me, it turns out I’m actually – profoundly – precious, lovable, worthy, valuable, and even just a little ghetto-fabulous.

When I listen to that voice then your voice starts to sound ridiculous again.  You turn back into the tiny, whining little wiener dog that you are.

So eat it, Fear-Of-What-Others-Think.  You and I are done.  And no, I’m not interested in “talking it through.”  I’m running, jumping, laughing you out of my life, once and for all.  Or at least, that’s what I really, really want, God help me.

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Posted on November 23, 2011, in Facebook, humanity vs. technology, lifestyle, relationships and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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