You have clothes and your appearance.
I have books and tools and food in jars, and whether I am useful or not.
Others' appearances matter to you.
Others' effort at attaining and hanging onto some level of mental health matters to me.
AFAIK, neither of us are walking around taking wanton advantage of people because we can or hurting people for fun.
You're not bad, you're you.
I'm not bad, I'm me.
We probably aren't going to be buddies or anything (diametrically opposed and possibly mutually exclusive worldview, not a whole lot of common interest), but you and I can both live on this planet at the same time and both be good people.
That's the wonderful thing about opinions and points of view and subjective things. You can have one, and I can have an opposite one, and both of them can be correct and valid, because that's pretty much the meaning of "subjective."
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"Alas, our dried voices when we whisper together are quiet and meaningless, as wind in dry grass, or rats' feet over broken glass in our dry cellar." --TS Eliot, "The Hollow Men"