Sensitive

Sometimes I think I'm a little more sensitive than what's good for me.  I want everybody to like me and to be my friend and if they don't I NEED to know why so I can fix it.  I like baking treats for people and if not everybody likes it I NEED to know why so next time I can bring something everyone will like.  Okay, this is sounding like I am more of a people pleaser... I'm not thinking of good examples... no, I'm just a people pleaser too, haha.  Oh!  Here's one.  A couple of years ago I made beef stroganoff for dinner.  After dinner my father in law came over, saw the food and asked 'Who died?'.  I cried when he left.  When Jared and I were dating, he told me that I don't look good in pink.  Haven't really worn pink since.
I wish I knew why I cared so much about what people say.  I think part of the reason is because when I was a little girl my mom would tell me, "you don't want to be like those girls that act like ducks.  They just let things roll off their back like water off a duck."  That conversation has stayed with me my whole life.  I care about all of my friends and try really hard to not take anyone for granted.  I try to be compassionate to others and the trials in their lives.  Sometimes I wish I wasn't such a people pleaser... but does it really matter as long as I'm happy too?  Sometimes I wish I wasn't so sensitive, but if I weren't would I still care about others the way I do?  Maybe it's okay that I get my feeling hurt easily.  I think it runs in the family.
I'll just hide dinner before my father in law comes over... or maybe I just won't make beef stroganoff anymore.  Actually, come to think of it... I haven't made it since he said that, hahaha I'm ridiculous.