My life would be much easier if I didn't care what you thought about me. I wouldn't waste time worrying about how to respond to your messages in the perfect phrasing, so as to perfectly convey a certain connotation.
I wouldn't worry about crafting the perfect outfit for a not-date, down to the stripes or spots on my socks. I could choose to wear whatever I wanted without stressing the details.
My reputation to your parents wouldn't be as important to me as it is. I could finally catch up on some sleep, instead of lamenting all of the embarrassing things I've done in front of them. That would be nice.
I wish I didn't care what you thought of me. My stress levels would certainly be better. But alas, I do care, however it pains me so.
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