I have a confession. I don’t like peanut butter. It’s okay I guess, but if I am choosing between a peanut butter cupcake or no cupcake at all, I’ll probably choose no cupcake at all.
It’s just too peanut buttery for me. It fills your whole mouth and overtakes all of the other flavours. It ruins things. It’s too much.
People used to tell me that I was too much (especially people I dated).
I was too intense. I expected too much and I thought too much. I even believed one person who told me that I talked too much. (If you’ve ever hung out with me, you’d know I don’t really talk that much.) I thought this meant I should be different. I thought that because someone didn’t like me that it meant there was something wrong with me.
I believed these people who told me I was too much.
To fix this, I tried to care less and for years I told myself I shouldn’t care when I did care. I’d pretended that what I wanted didn’t matter.
I tried to change myself because of a few people that didn’t like me.
Can you imagine if peanut butter believed this about itself? Can you imagine if peanut butter thought that it should change just because I don’t like it? I’m sure I’m not the only person out there who isn’t a peanut butter fan. This must mean that something is wrong with peanut butter. This must mean that peanut butter should change.
It seems ridiculous doesn’t it?
There are lots of people out there who absolutely love peanut butter. “You are perfect! Never change!” they’d tell peanut butter. There are always going to be people who don’t like you, just like there are always going to be people that don’t like peanut butter. That doesn’t mean that you should change, just like it doesn’t mean that peanut butter should change. The things about peanut butter that make me not like it are the very reasons why some people absolutely love it.
Peanut butter is perfect just the way it is (and so are you).