One-Eyed, One-Horned, Flying, Purple People Pleaser
I recently saw a post on Instagram that stated how people pleasers cause their own demise because they will never feel like their love and actions are being reciprocated. After I read that, I thought to myself, Damn. You got me. Ever since I was a child, I have always felt an incessant need to make sure everyone around me was happy or satisfied. I wanted everyone to like me. I wanted to be funny and sweet, someone that everybody wanted to be around. I molded my personality and behaviors to match those around me, agreeing with their opinions and preferences. I so desperately wanted to be someone people could be comfortable around, and yet, my deep self-loathing and insecurities had caused this want to become so much more debilitating than it may appear. I now know that the term for what I am is a people pleaser, and although I see this terminology thrown around a lot, I do not think a lot of those using it truly understand how deep it ...