Enough With the Sad. How About a Heaping Spoonful of Pride?

Have we talked about this before?
It's almost as if it's a prideful pride, this thing that I suffer from. I mean, if somebody told a lie (or floated some sort of "misinformation") concerning me or some aspect of my life, and anybody who believed it confronted me, I'm so stubborn with pride that I'd raise my eyebrows or say "that's my own concern," instead of making a denial. Maybe it's anger and pride. Do you have it too?

I'm going to get this into my next (or the one after the next) story somehow:
She'd let the world believe the worst about her, because she didn't care. She knew the truth.