"We probably wouldn't worry about what people think of us if we could know how seldom they do."

I read this book over Christmas break called Wild Roses. It was about this girl who had a genius musician stepfather. He was an asshole half the time and the other half, a mostly prick.

One of the things that bothered the girl, Cassie, the most about him was that she despised him, yet his opinion of her really mattered.

It's weird, isn't it? I hate that feeling; knowing I really shouldn't care what someone thinks of me but still do. Knowing you shouldn't care, don't need to care, but nevertheless do... how do you get rid of a weakness like this?