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.
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Yeah, the disingenuous small talk is definitely worse.
I can’t imagine someone not liking you to the point of not even speaking to you…I also have a hard time believing that there is ANYONE you dislike that much.
There are maybe two people wandering the Earth that I feel that way about. I say two but I can really only think of one (ex-husband of a good friend who would tell everyone he met…even in the grocery store line…that his beautiful wife would look better with boob implants and would say things to her about their kids…in front of anyone, including their children…”you wanted those kids, you deal with ’em.” He had not one redeeming quality. Not one.) I said two because I’m sure there’s another one that I can’t bring to mind right now.
Oh, I have no trouble whatsoever believing I rub some people wrong, because I’m so gleefully unapologetic about so much of what people react to. (How’s that for a terrible sentence?)
Don’t misunderstand me. This is not a hatred for this person that I must keep stoked. It’s not a big deal. I doubt I’d thought of her this year before yesterday.
But when I saw her, I immediately remembered that I don’t like her. 🙂