Sometimes I wonder if anyone notices the little things… like the way my eyes light up when I talk about something I love.
What’s your ‘thing’ that you wish more people saw? 💬
How much I’m genuinely trying to make everything work out. I think people think I’m lazy but truthfully I’m so depressed it is a struggle to do the bare minimum.
I promise I’m not intimidating.. I’m very direct but I care a lot about everyone and want people to know I’m always open to chatting (whether it’s small talk or something else). I wish more people noticed how observant I am as well.
I wish women would figure out that I’m not trying to flirt with them. As exhausting as it is constantly getting hit on, it’s also extremely frustrating when everyone assumes that you are hitting on them. Just like a woman can speak to you without having any interest, men can too
That it’s not that i don’t care or love them, it’s that I’m so awkward I don’t know how to communicate on a meaningful level. I’ll go months without talking to someone that I’ll walk barefoot through fire for because I don’t know how to talk to them.
I truly sympathize with what they’re going through, and I really do care. It took me way too long to realize that my face sometimes gives off an “I’m better than you” vibe — even though that’s the complete opposite of how I actually feel. Growing up, I could never understand why it was so hard to make new friends, especially after we moved twice. Whenever I brought it up, my mom would always say, “They’re just jealous of you,” but deep down, I knew that wasn’t the real reason
That I have skills and knowledge that could help them. My friends are so used to seeing me struggle and ask for help that they don’t seem to realise that I’m quite competent at a lot of things, and I want to help them
That I acctually care when I ask how they are. I hate and I love the fact that I can see the pain in my best friends eyes when she smiles. And I hate and love the fact that I know she is not ok even when she says she is
I just wish people would notice when I’m struggling personally and professionally. At work coworkers just say, “hey can you help with this”, “when you get a minute can you check this”, etc. It’s always what I can do for them. I know we’re working and have goals to achieve, it’s just so tiring. Not only that but a lot of times they can look or do the thing themself.
My grandmother, who was my best friend, died last year and when it first happened some people made comments like, “I’m sorry to hear that” but that was it. Then it was right back to what I could do for them and piling stuff up on me. It’s all I can do to drag myself to work somedays but no one ever notices.
Not just work either. I’m thankful I do have a few good people in my life, but everyone is always so busy very rarely do I feel I’m a priority to anyone. I always try to be there for others and be a good friend/family member/employee/etc. I’m trying to branch out and meet new people. I’m hopeful I’ll make some new friends.
That I’m doing the best I can with a bad hand, metaphorically speaking, and I already know what’s not the way anyone wants it.
In other words, today I’m batch cooking, if you want the front room carpet swept, I’ll show you where the vaccum cleaner is. Otherwise I will clean the carpet another day, when it’s on the schedule.
Because i don’t react in the stereotypical way when I’m over stimulated, I often get ignored when I say I wanna go home or somewhere quiet to being over stimulated from loud noise
I’m a yapper, and I have an RBF. I’m not the thinnest and I have really bad hyperpigmentation on my neck due to hirsutism, I have an underbite and gapped teeth.
But I’m really sensitive, honestly a crybaby. I love making people laugh, I love cheering for people, helping people. If I make a promise, I rest assured I will do everything in my power to keep it. I try very hard to be honest to people and myself. And I’m very respectful.
Yet it seems like all everybody sees is my exterior, when I have so much love and affection to give.
How much muscle I’ve put on. I appreciate that it’s not always okay to comment on people’s bodies, but I think I look fucking great and I wish other people would notice.
I just want to be seen. I go out of my way to make things easier for others and it often feels like people just take me for granted and just don’t notice or care about the things I do. I drop things for others, accommodate others, and I’m helpful to others.
I just wish someone would take care of me for once. Just do something nice. Something simple. I don’t ask for much.
How hard I try to lose weight and it always comes back. That I’m not “lazy”, I’m not just eating garbage and drinking soda, I do go to the gym and workout regularly. I try to live healthfully every day while having small children and a full time desk job and the weight stays on… I’ve lost more weight in my lifetime than the weight of two grown men it just always comes back and gets worse. People who don’t understand the struggle really don’t get this and are extremely judgemental.
That when I make a prediction, especially involving the actions and behaviors of people, they will inevitably happen. My ability to predict human behavior is incredible, but basically no one listens because of my appearance. One relative has actually asked me to stop making political predictions because of my accuracy and it scares her.
I’m trying my best. Yes I’m a little sensitive sometimes but, come on. I’m usually polite and dependable. Please don’t judge or ridicule me for being quiet or timid sometimes.
I secretly wish that people notice that I don’t seek the spotlight. When I share something, it’s because I believe it adds value, not because I’m trying to stand out.
It’s reassuring to know that authenticity is recognized and appreciated.
I wish people notice, how good writer I am. Cause in these days of social media, writing has lost credibility. And, I have been writing blogs since past 18 years, but not fortunate enough to get the attention, forget passive income and all.
I’m awkward because I’m trying so hard to go out of my comfort zone to socialize and engage with people and I am just uncomfortable. I’m not creepy or weird I literally am just running my social processor a lot slower then you
I’ve been through a lot which has affected me and my personality. I don’t mean to be such a bitch or nasty sometimes. I sincerely get triggered or feel threatened and the cold/harshness or anger/violence is a defense mechanism. I’m getting better to be aware of it to not let my emotions get to those points, but oh my would it be nice if I could be noticed for the strength and resilience I’ve had to have and be given grace and support if I get triggered.
I don’t want to be this way, I don’t like being an outcast. I just don’t know how to trust in a way that doesn’t feel it betrays the experiences and learnings I’ve gained from trusting the wrong people (especially when those people were my parents).
That I was forced to grow up fast and so I’m really good at carrying a lot on my shoulders, for others and for myself, and a lot of the time I’m really not ok. But I appear very put together, so no one really picks up on it. And even if I tell them that I’m struggling, I’m not sure they really get it, because I’m still put together managing everything while I’m struggling. And to top it off, because I grew up very fast, I’ve always taken care of myself and never really asked for help.
This led me to have a complete mental breakdown and eventually start medication.
Check in on your friends who always seem ok. The A-types who are put together and help keep everyone around them put together. It may not be obvious when they’re struggling.
I care about others deeply. Very deeply. And all my acts are with the intention to care, to love. I don’t know how to tell someone I am like I am because I don’t know how to relieve that love and I don’t want to show myself as weak, because you can’t do that in friendships early or or dating
That I genuinely can’t hear them. I swear I’m not ignoring you. Sometimes I just smile and nod to indicate that I’m not ignoring people, but if they say something or ask something I have no idea. I don’t think I’m necessarily hard of hearing, but if there’s a lot of background noise – even if it’s relatively quiet background noise – sometimes words just sound like a jumbled mess mixed in with the other noise.
Also, my RBF doesn’t mean I’m mad at you or anything in particular. It’s just the way my face looks when I’m deep in thought about something.
Whenever I go out to eat with someone whether it be a male or female I’m always looking around the venue for the exits and always make sure wherever I sit is facing an exit just in case of an emergency I know where to go and what I would do. Obviously not every case I’m able to sit facing the exit but my dad was a marine so growing up I always learned to scan a room when enterting
I don’t think my loved ones; friends and family, my wife, realize how much I inconvenience myself to make them happy. How much I do for them without telling them that I did it. I’ve never really needed recognition, but I tore my Achilles tendon last month and have been unable to walk since. So since then, her dog gets walks once per day and I’ve been paying a dog walker or having my mother come by to walk him. The house is an absolute mess. I’ve been spending money on delivered takeout because I’m not cooking much right now. We’ve gotten several parking tickets since she doesn’t get up to move the car after parking it on alternate side.. we had a conversation about why the house is such a mess and why I’m spending so much on takeout. Her reasoning was that her hours have been insane at work so she can’t clean up as much as she used to or cook.. but the thing is, I was the one cleaning. I was the one cooking dinner 3-4 nights a week. I was the only one walking the dog (and I didn’t and still don’t want the dog because I know how much goes in to raising a happy, healthy dog).
She does a deep cleaning once every two months or so. Scrubs the bathroom. Mops the floors, etc. she’s an amazing woman. But for her to blatantly say something like “it’s a mess because I’m busy” felt like damn, you don’t realize that it’s a mess because I can’t do it. But have been doing all the things you don’t do for years. I thought we had a great system where she appreciated all the day to day things I do. But clearly she just thought that the house never got dirty because we’re not messy people. Clearly there’s always food on the table, because I was hungry and made enough for her as well. Clearly the dog gets walked because I like walking home when it’s 25 degrees out and pouring fucking rain.
I hope no one read this rant about absolutely nothing. I love my wife. I love my friends and family. But something I think that needs to change about my personality is that I need to start demanding credit for every single thing I do. And stop being that kid who does the entire project and everyone gets an A.
They knew my story — all my deep trauma and everything about my brother rape me and they said : Sorry for everything. Sorry that we treated you like that. Now I understand where you’re coming from. You were never crazy — you never were. All the pain was caused by others because you were too kind and not able to set boundaries
I’m not cold or stuck-up, I’m just shy. I like people, especially the ones that like to tell me all about themselves and don’t make me do too much talking.
That I have a heart of gold and I care immensely and I am understanding. But I do have my limits and just because I reached that limit doesn’t make me a bad person. I can only help you so much, but you also have to make that initiative to help yourself.
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Sometimes I wonder if anyone notices the little things… like the way my eyes light up when I talk about something I love.
What’s your ‘thing’ that you wish more people saw? 💬
That I genuinely care about their well-being. It’s not just small talk when I ask how they are doing; I genuinely want to know and help if I can.
that i am actually super funny
Putting myself at a constant inconvenience for them but not getting the same in return.
That I’m just a normal dude trying to get by without bothering anyone and to leave me alone.
Nothing .
How tired I am
That I tried my best no matter what….every time….even tho I failed
that i’m here to help and I’m not trying to be an asshole in correcting your misinformation
I’m not a bitch. It’s my processing face. Also— I’m hilarious, but it’s a dry wit.
That I’m introvert but dying to talk to strangers, make friends. Just scared to initiate the conversation 😔
That I exist.
How much I’m genuinely trying to make everything work out. I think people think I’m lazy but truthfully I’m so depressed it is a struggle to do the bare minimum.
My sense of humor
My dry wit / dark humor.
All they ever seem to notice is my stutter. Or my appearance.
I secretly wish people would notice how much I listen, even when I don’t always speak up.
I secretly wish people would notice how much I care, even if I don’t always show it out loud.
that i will help you no matter even if you’ve done me wrong.
………that I exist
That just because I am not smiling doesn’t mean I am angry. I’m focused
that im not as mean as i look like😭
I wish people would notice when I wanna say something mean but refrain
That I need a hug.
that i am not bitchy that’s just my face.
My eagerness to make someone else genuinely happy
That my smile is beautiful ❣️
Nothing.
Don’t notice anything.
I promise I’m not intimidating.. I’m very direct but I care a lot about everyone and want people to know I’m always open to chatting (whether it’s small talk or something else). I wish more people noticed how observant I am as well.
I wish women would figure out that I’m not trying to flirt with them. As exhausting as it is constantly getting hit on, it’s also extremely frustrating when everyone assumes that you are hitting on them. Just like a woman can speak to you without having any interest, men can too
That it’s not that i don’t care or love them, it’s that I’m so awkward I don’t know how to communicate on a meaningful level. I’ll go months without talking to someone that I’ll walk barefoot through fire for because I don’t know how to talk to them.
How sensitive I am
I truly sympathize with what they’re going through, and I really do care. It took me way too long to realize that my face sometimes gives off an “I’m better than you” vibe — even though that’s the complete opposite of how I actually feel. Growing up, I could never understand why it was so hard to make new friends, especially after we moved twice. Whenever I brought it up, my mom would always say, “They’re just jealous of you,” but deep down, I knew that wasn’t the real reason
That I’m mentally and emotionally healthy.
That I don’t usually mean to interrupt, I just have trouble telling when people are finished talking, sometimes.
That I need help.
That I have skills and knowledge that could help them. My friends are so used to seeing me struggle and ask for help that they don’t seem to realise that I’m quite competent at a lot of things, and I want to help them
I’m so much more than just looks. Just because I’m not beautiful, doesn’t mean that I’m not an amazing and caring person.
that i’m batman
How nice I am sometimes 🤣.
I wish people would notice I’m also a human and I have feelings coz everyone be acting like I’m not affected by trauma or discrimination
Just because I’m nice and avoid conflict, and generally try to keep up a pleasant atmosphere does not mean I’m dumb…
That I acctually care when I ask how they are. I hate and I love the fact that I can see the pain in my best friends eyes when she smiles. And I hate and love the fact that I know she is not ok even when she says she is
I just wish people would notice when I’m struggling personally and professionally. At work coworkers just say, “hey can you help with this”, “when you get a minute can you check this”, etc. It’s always what I can do for them. I know we’re working and have goals to achieve, it’s just so tiring. Not only that but a lot of times they can look or do the thing themself.
My grandmother, who was my best friend, died last year and when it first happened some people made comments like, “I’m sorry to hear that” but that was it. Then it was right back to what I could do for them and piling stuff up on me. It’s all I can do to drag myself to work somedays but no one ever notices.
Not just work either. I’m thankful I do have a few good people in my life, but everyone is always so busy very rarely do I feel I’m a priority to anyone. I always try to be there for others and be a good friend/family member/employee/etc. I’m trying to branch out and meet new people. I’m hopeful I’ll make some new friends.
People ruin everything beautiful, so i wish to stay incognito
My eyes
That when I say I’m fine, I’m really not.
i’m actually nice. i have a RBF lmao
that i exist cries
That I’m doing the best I can with a bad hand, metaphorically speaking, and I already know what’s not the way anyone wants it.
In other words, today I’m batch cooking, if you want the front room carpet swept, I’ll show you where the vaccum cleaner is. Otherwise I will clean the carpet another day, when it’s on the schedule.
I notice little details, I do care too much, wish people can see that, and do the same for me
When I’m over stimulated from too much loud noise
Because i don’t react in the stereotypical way when I’m over stimulated, I often get ignored when I say I wanna go home or somewhere quiet to being over stimulated from loud noise
My heart.
I’m a yapper, and I have an RBF. I’m not the thinnest and I have really bad hyperpigmentation on my neck due to hirsutism, I have an underbite and gapped teeth.
But I’m really sensitive, honestly a crybaby. I love making people laugh, I love cheering for people, helping people. If I make a promise, I rest assured I will do everything in my power to keep it. I try very hard to be honest to people and myself. And I’m very respectful.
Yet it seems like all everybody sees is my exterior, when I have so much love and affection to give.
Probably that I’m actually not a bitch despite the chronic RBF
How much muscle I’ve put on. I appreciate that it’s not always okay to comment on people’s bodies, but I think I look fucking great and I wish other people would notice.
I’m worth more than my body
I just want to be seen. I go out of my way to make things easier for others and it often feels like people just take me for granted and just don’t notice or care about the things I do. I drop things for others, accommodate others, and I’m helpful to others.
I just wish someone would take care of me for once. Just do something nice. Something simple. I don’t ask for much.
How hard I try to lose weight and it always comes back. That I’m not “lazy”, I’m not just eating garbage and drinking soda, I do go to the gym and workout regularly. I try to live healthfully every day while having small children and a full time desk job and the weight stays on… I’ve lost more weight in my lifetime than the weight of two grown men it just always comes back and gets worse. People who don’t understand the struggle really don’t get this and are extremely judgemental.
How tired of life i am
That when I make a prediction, especially involving the actions and behaviors of people, they will inevitably happen. My ability to predict human behavior is incredible, but basically no one listens because of my appearance. One relative has actually asked me to stop making political predictions because of my accuracy and it scares her.
I’m trying my best. Yes I’m a little sensitive sometimes but, come on. I’m usually polite and dependable. Please don’t judge or ridicule me for being quiet or timid sometimes.
How sad I am
That I need help and care
When I have earbuds in so they won’t talk to me.
I secretly wish that people notice that I don’t seek the spotlight. When I share something, it’s because I believe it adds value, not because I’m trying to stand out.
It’s reassuring to know that authenticity is recognized and appreciated.
I like to give without expecting anything in return. I don’t have expectations for people
That I am a keeper of small magical places
That I’m near my end
I wish people notice, how good writer I am. Cause in these days of social media, writing has lost credibility. And, I have been writing blogs since past 18 years, but not fortunate enough to get the attention, forget passive income and all.
I’m awkward because I’m trying so hard to go out of my comfort zone to socialize and engage with people and I am just uncomfortable. I’m not creepy or weird I literally am just running my social processor a lot slower then you
I’m really a knight ready to fight in battle at their side.
The length I went to tan my taint.
I’m like so smart… in my native language.
I’ve been through a lot which has affected me and my personality. I don’t mean to be such a bitch or nasty sometimes. I sincerely get triggered or feel threatened and the cold/harshness or anger/violence is a defense mechanism. I’m getting better to be aware of it to not let my emotions get to those points, but oh my would it be nice if I could be noticed for the strength and resilience I’ve had to have and be given grace and support if I get triggered.
I don’t want to be this way, I don’t like being an outcast. I just don’t know how to trust in a way that doesn’t feel it betrays the experiences and learnings I’ve gained from trusting the wrong people (especially when those people were my parents).
That I really don’t care what they think about me.
That I’m an actual person with feelings.
That I was the one who farted. And I’m proud of it
that I am fucking struggling
My devastating beauty, but no one ever does. It’s very upsetting.
That I’m not being rude. I just have anxiety.
I’m just shy, just because conversation isn’t flowing easily my end doesn’t mean I don’t care about what you’re saying
I do care. Im just an asshole , at first glance
That I was forced to grow up fast and so I’m really good at carrying a lot on my shoulders, for others and for myself, and a lot of the time I’m really not ok. But I appear very put together, so no one really picks up on it. And even if I tell them that I’m struggling, I’m not sure they really get it, because I’m still put together managing everything while I’m struggling. And to top it off, because I grew up very fast, I’ve always taken care of myself and never really asked for help.
This led me to have a complete mental breakdown and eventually start medication.
Check in on your friends who always seem ok. The A-types who are put together and help keep everyone around them put together. It may not be obvious when they’re struggling.
That I’m nice by choice, not by nature.
That I’m a lot softer and more thoughtful than I let people see
I care about others deeply. Very deeply. And all my acts are with the intention to care, to love. I don’t know how to tell someone I am like I am because I don’t know how to relieve that love and I don’t want to show myself as weak, because you can’t do that in friendships early or or dating
That I genuinely can’t hear them. I swear I’m not ignoring you. Sometimes I just smile and nod to indicate that I’m not ignoring people, but if they say something or ask something I have no idea. I don’t think I’m necessarily hard of hearing, but if there’s a lot of background noise – even if it’s relatively quiet background noise – sometimes words just sound like a jumbled mess mixed in with the other noise.
Also, my RBF doesn’t mean I’m mad at you or anything in particular. It’s just the way my face looks when I’m deep in thought about something.
Whenever I go out to eat with someone whether it be a male or female I’m always looking around the venue for the exits and always make sure wherever I sit is facing an exit just in case of an emergency I know where to go and what I would do. Obviously not every case I’m able to sit facing the exit but my dad was a marine so growing up I always learned to scan a room when enterting
I don’t think my loved ones; friends and family, my wife, realize how much I inconvenience myself to make them happy. How much I do for them without telling them that I did it. I’ve never really needed recognition, but I tore my Achilles tendon last month and have been unable to walk since. So since then, her dog gets walks once per day and I’ve been paying a dog walker or having my mother come by to walk him. The house is an absolute mess. I’ve been spending money on delivered takeout because I’m not cooking much right now. We’ve gotten several parking tickets since she doesn’t get up to move the car after parking it on alternate side.. we had a conversation about why the house is such a mess and why I’m spending so much on takeout. Her reasoning was that her hours have been insane at work so she can’t clean up as much as she used to or cook.. but the thing is, I was the one cleaning. I was the one cooking dinner 3-4 nights a week. I was the only one walking the dog (and I didn’t and still don’t want the dog because I know how much goes in to raising a happy, healthy dog).
She does a deep cleaning once every two months or so. Scrubs the bathroom. Mops the floors, etc. she’s an amazing woman. But for her to blatantly say something like “it’s a mess because I’m busy” felt like damn, you don’t realize that it’s a mess because I can’t do it. But have been doing all the things you don’t do for years. I thought we had a great system where she appreciated all the day to day things I do. But clearly she just thought that the house never got dirty because we’re not messy people. Clearly there’s always food on the table, because I was hungry and made enough for her as well. Clearly the dog gets walked because I like walking home when it’s 25 degrees out and pouring fucking rain.
I hope no one read this rant about absolutely nothing. I love my wife. I love my friends and family. But something I think that needs to change about my personality is that I need to start demanding credit for every single thing I do. And stop being that kid who does the entire project and everyone gets an A.
My boobs. Men are always staring at my eyes.
How much I’m hurting inside.
They knew my story — all my deep trauma and everything about my brother rape me and they said : Sorry for everything. Sorry that we treated you like that. Now I understand where you’re coming from. You were never crazy — you never were. All the pain was caused by others because you were too kind and not able to set boundaries
I’m not cold or stuck-up, I’m just shy. I like people, especially the ones that like to tell me all about themselves and don’t make me do too much talking.
That I might be old, but that just means I’ve had experiences that mean I understand you. But you just look through me.
That I genuinely care and notice the smallest details and when I’m upset I’m truly upset and want then to satisfy me
My giant shween
How self destructive I can be.
I wish it was just ‘known’ that I am looking for a relationship. I think that would make the process much more streamlined.
Nothing, what you see is what you get!
That I have a heart of gold and I care immensely and I am understanding. But I do have my limits and just because I reached that limit doesn’t make me a bad person. I can only help you so much, but you also have to make that initiative to help yourself.
That I don’t want to talk to them at all.
I just wish people would stop interrupting me, talking over me, and flat out ignoring me in group settings.