I've noticed...so many times, when it feels like someone is making something about me, it really isn’t.
Often in these situations, it is then a function of my egoic needs, that ends up making what isn't about me, about me after all.
That thing I'm feeling from them is really about something going on for them. This has happened over and over again—not every time, to be sure—but, still, over and over again.
Is this what it means for me to 'die to self'? ...the need to manage how I think other people view me?
