I'd rather not please everyone.

I abhor having to please people. All sorts of  people. Friends. Acquaintances. Strangers. Drives me crazy. Trying to please everyone. That’s the nature of life though. Especially if one is employed.  One must please a boss. I had to please my mother. My father, too. Don’t have to please my brother any more. He’s dead. But I still have to please my sister. Of course, I can choose to not please anyone. I’m headed more and more in that direction.  Maybe I should try to only please myself. And my Italian true love. But even that’s difficult, if not impossible. Maybe it’s easiest pleasing myself. When I tell other people to go to hell. I’m finding that’s what pleases me the most. –Jim Broede