Why do most people care so much about what others think? Are they afraid of society norms?

Ah, society and its norms—always looming, always judging, isn't it? Let me take you back to an incident that forever changed how I view this question.

The problem with caring too much about what others think is that we hand over our control to people who might not even notice us the way we think they do.

I was ready to bolt when my friend walked up to me, grinning ear to ear. “You look like a dream,” she said, loud enough for everyone to hear.

From an axiology/value theory point of view, how can one say that a diverse society is better than a uniform one, especially given the negative effects of diversity (racism, sectarian conflict, problems arising from extreme cultural relativism)?

So the next time society glares your way, ask yourself: is it really worth giving your peace to their fleeting thoughts?

Take care!

“Did I drape it wrong? Does it look too plain? Do I even look good?”

What is your opinion on the band Nickelback? Why do they receive criticism from some people?

Are we afraid of society's norms? Maybe. But more often than not, we fear the stories we write in our heads about those norms.

And so should we.

Because, trust me, the world moves on a lot faster than we think.

Why are liberals so bad at grasping alternative facts? For example, if something doesn’t happen the exact same way Trump described it, liberals dismiss it as false; while conservatives are able to fully understand the underlying principle.

That moment, I realized something profound—most of the people staring weren’t even judging; they were just... looking. And the ones who judged? Well, they went on with their day just as I went on with mine.

As I walked into the college, every pair of eyes seemed glued to me. Some admiring, some smirking, and a few whispering. My palms were sweating, and my steps faltered as my mind spiraled into a series of anxious thoughts.

It was the first time I wore a saree in college. Excited yet nervous, I draped myself in my mother’s teal-blue saree, which she had lovingly ironed and handed over with that proud twinkle in her eye.

Why do doctors refuse HRT to menopausal women but hand them out to trans people?