Don’t worry about what people think about you. They don’t. Think about you, that is. No matter how truly awful you are; how badly dressed; how inappropriate your gaffe; how laddered your tights; how daggy your haircut; how dateless or desperate you may be; how lonely or pimply or self-conscious or overweight or short or gangly or poorly read or rosacea-cheeked or overwhelmed or shy or loud or recently dumped or slightly drunk, or whatever the flaw everyone in the room will be fixated on. No one cares about you even a poofteenth. They’re all too worried, you see, about what YOU think of THEM. And like characters in a sitcom, that never changes.
—  Kate Langbroek