Reluctantly, I’ve come to realize that there are some people I just do not like.
Oh, I want to. But sometimes it’s just not possible.
Maybe they’re not very warm and fuzzy. Or maybe they always have to do you one better. About everything. You know, if you’ve been to a performance, they’ve seen it three times, including once in Germany and maybe even know the artist. Maybe they’re always giving subtle little passive-aggressive digs that they think you don’t recognize. Maybe they don’t even realize it, themselves. Maybe they’re envious.
The root of all this behavior is insecurity, I know. I can feel it.
Sure, maybe I understand where they’re coming from and perhaps even feel compassion for them. I used to think that understanding them meant that I should still spend time with them.
As I’ve gotten older, I’m a little less tolerant of this kind of thing. It’s ok to not like someone, I realize, even though I might feel sorry for them. But, as I’ve learned, feeling compassion doesn’t mean I have to force myself into unpleasant situations.
Life is short. When it comes to how I spend my time, well, I’d rather spend it with people I enjoy.
It’s just common sense.