This month I’ve been someone else

I’ve always feared being disliked, especially the idea of upsetting people. I have often kept my beliefs to myself, all the bits that buck the mainstream view, even if I’m pretty clued up on the topic at hand. I do this to avoid confrontation, the unbearable feeling of being misunderstood, and the risk of rejection. I have a theory it stems from schooldays, where all the best neuroses start to root.