Whatever I do/create I destroy it. Right now this is happening with my playlists. And it’s absurd, because no one listens to them anyway but I keep having days when I feel like I should delete all of them. Then it’s my private notebook. Then it’s what I write, what I paint, movies I kept track of on an app, and the list goes on.
To be totally honest it’s as if I’m afraid I might be insane for keeping these things. Some contain personal things (playlists, notebook) so alright I might want to keep them private, but the real issue is that I do that when I think “oh what will they think?”. I don’t know what to do, it might sound very stupid but this has really been bothering me since forever.
It sounds perfectly normal to me.
Hell is other people. You only exist because other people see you, which means that other people have a chance to judge you. You can never escape the risk of their judgment. Never.
Most people go through three stages:
This is not a problem to solve, but instead a reality to accept. Think about this for a while. One day, you might realize that:
It’ll happen when you’re ready.
I spent decades worried about what people thought of me, because I’d been bullied in my youth and had to be aware of people’s motives for self-protection. I kept this habit even after the threats had gone away. That’s the power of habits established in childhood.
You could try, when you have this impulse, looking at the impulse as nothing more than an impulse that will fade away, if you look right at it.
Peace.