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I posted more Beyond the Well wedding pictures last night because I love a lot of them and didn't originally post very many because I was giving some of them as gifts for Christmas. I didn't want people to see them on facebook before they got their present.

After posting the pics, people started to "like" them a lot and, though I love them, I realized that the pictures stress me out. It brings back all of my "I want everyone to like everything" tendencies. I couldn't fall asleep because I was reliving and rethinking it. It started to bring out some rage about...

  • People not saying thank you.
  • People being passive aggressive.
  • People being selfish.
  • People not following etiquette. (This one is least important, because whatever. But when people know better, they are intentionally doing it to be catty and that's super annoying to me.)
It sucks that relationships are weird and when people do shitty things, you will never forget it. I'm good at generally forgiving things and treating people nicely because I want them to like me. However, at what point do you stop being nice and start acting like you also don't like someone? Should I not like someone because I feel like they don't like me (for no reason)? When do I just chalk it up to jealousy and go on living my life? It is particularly tricky when these people are family.

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