It’s difficult pleasing you all

I once kept complaining about all things that made me angry such as food, bad service, bad taste of movies, etc. And they called me complainer. Then I reduce all my complaints. And they ask me why I don’t say anything.

I once kept talking about this and that. I once shouted at them about all their problems that they could have a better way solving them all than kept thinking and crying. And they said that they couldn’t stand my harping on them any more. Then I stop talking about their problems, concentrating on my own, keeping me away from their messy. And they ask me why I don’t give them a shit and it’s difficult living without my care, without my dressing-down.

I once jumped from companies to companies and they said they couldn’t understand why I couldn’t settle down. I’m now sticking on a company for more than a year. And they say it’s more difficult seeing me just sitting and doing nothing new.

I once never watched a soap twice even though that was one of my most favorite. And they said it’s hard facing the fact that I was the kind of people who easily turned my back on the past and things I liked. Then I tell them I’m on the second leg of some things. And they stare at me and say “Oh my God! It’s… out of character.”

Ok. So… what’s the point? What’s the fucking thing they really want from me? I know that it’s difficult pleasing all people. I know that they really love me. However, I just wanna live my own life with my own kind of pleasure and my own favorite things. That’s all what I want and what I need. Is it ok?