I am not like Others / Ich bin nicht wie Andere / Não sou como os Outros / No soy como los Demas

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Most people simply do not like me not matter what I do. And no matter how likable I think I am, I am not going to win over every person I meet. It is impossible to please everyone. I have my own unique personality which means very few people love and adore me, while the majority does not.

I have made a significant decision when I was young that I have never regretted. I decided that I did not have and did not want to live my life like everyone else. I would live my own life. I would pursue things of lasting value rather than the newest fashion of Society chased by everyone else.

I am the person I want to be. When I look in the mirror, I see the person I feel like I am.

My life was never meant to be lived like everyone else. I do not look the same, I do not sound the same, and my personality is special. My deep-held values are unique.

Even my laugh sets me apart, because I do not laugh.

Throwing life away just for the sake of looking and living like everyone else is one of the cruelest things to do, so I did not.

I meditate, contemplate, and reflect.

An unexamined life is not worth living because the pull to conformity is always too powerful, too great. I do not allow my life to drift in the direction of conformity. I review my list of values and reflect on the current trajectory of my life. Is it headed towards the end I desire.

My life is valuable. It is the greatest asset I own. It holds potential for great things. I do not let it slip into mediocrity by choosing to live it just like everyone else. It is not a worthy trade.

I always include people, I put others before myself, I do not create situations where anyone might feel uncomfortable. I give compliments, I carry a conversation, I embarrass myself to make others feel better.

I always put everything I can into advice for other people, and make them my number one priority. I care so much about people, I devote myself to everyone else, because I understand what it is like to need a pick-me-up.

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