It’s the thing of playgrounds. A basis on which friendships were made or broken. To the untrained eye, it appears a solid foundation on which to build all manner of relationships. In reality, the slightest rumour or mistake can have a devastating affect, causing it to collapse around you. It’s too much of a fragile thing to allow it to influence my thoughts and actions.
In truth, I probably do have a reputation, likely more than just one. I’m certain that within my family I’m seen under in a certain light, my colleagues may see me in another. As to what those are, I have no idea.
I don’t know where they came from and, as such, cannot attest to their accuracy. What I do know is that any reputation I do have has not and will not change the way I am, feel, or act. Neither do I hold much stock in the reputations of others. My judgment of a person is reserved until I witness their actions with my own eyes. I believe in giving the benefit of the doubt – even if it’s only the once.