It used to bother me that not everyone in the world liked me.
Now - I could care less.
I do my best to help people. I try to be kind to anyone who I encounter throughout the day - and yet, people still talk about me behind my back.
Well - whatever. I do my best, and I'm still misunderstood.
I try to give people the benefit of the doubt. If they can do the same for me, I appreciate it.
If not, whatevs...
All I can think of is this:
When they see my face, I hope it gives 'em ....