Why does it matter what anybody else thinks? Why is it that I care if I smell funny or if my fly is open(NOTE: these are for purposes of my argument, I shower regularly and keep the lovesnake caged)? Who the hell are you that I should want to smell good for you? If you don't want to see my penis don't look at my groin-area. I don't know the people on the street, or in the bank. Why does it matter if they turn up their noses? There are VERY few people whose opinion of me matters on the practical level, yet, I am bugged if people don't like me. I might not lay awake at nights thinking about it, but I do think about it. And yet, I almost always never liked those people to begin with. I dislike most people on meeting them. And yet what they think has a way of working it's way into my thoughts. Is it because I wonder if what they are thinking might actually be true? Why? Why did I put that note up there so that you wouldn't think that I was a stinky exhibitionist? Who are you?

I think that the extent that it matters what people think about me is the flaw in my character that I cannot live with. It disgusts me. It is a form of cowardice and I will do all I can to eliminate it.

Separately from that I am a private person because I think my life, apart from what I choose to share, is simply none of your fucking business. This is another trait entirely. It is one thing to not want people to have what is yours, it is another thing to be afraid of their thoughts.