Believe it or not, some people don’t like me.
I know, crazy, right? I mean, really? Me? Bo Williams, of BoWilliams.com? But it’s true.
Sometimes it bothers me a little. Sometimes it’s someone I would prefer to win over, though honestly such impulses fade a little more with each passing year.
Other times I dislike the person right back. Now really, even as much of a jackass as I can be, that list is really short. I can almost always find something to like about someone.
But I saw one such person at lunch today. (I was somewhere I’m not usually, and guess what? You see different people when you do that.)
I’m not getting into who it is, when we were in each other’s lives, why we don’t like each other, or any other specifics. My antipathy toward this person was borne of just cause, and I’m sure she’d say the same of hers toward me. Both and neither of us have good points.
So I saw her. I’m confident that out of the corner of my eye, I saw her see me. I braced for twenty seconds of conversation, but it was never necessary. Turned out she wasn’t any more interested in stilted nicey-nice than I was. Instead, the vibe was “I don’t like you; you don’t like me. So let’s not pretend otherwise.”
Effin’ A, sweetheart.
It’s a funny thing. I think I dislike her a little less now.