Think about all the people you know – friends, relatives, acquaintances, work colleagues, those randoms who are on your Facebook friends list but you can’t quite remember why. Do you like them all? Every last one of them? Obviously you’ll be fonder of some than others, but can you honestly say that there isn’t one person that makes you think ‘Urgh why the fuck do I bother with this person when they irritate me so much urgh?’
Thought not. I don’t have statistics for this but I’m pretty sure no one would disagree with me when I say that it is impossible to like everyone. Hopefully you’ll have long got rid of people who are actually hateful, but there’s likely to be quite a few on that list of contacts who just annoy you for minor yet totally valid reasons. They’re not bad people, just not your people.
This logic applies to pretty much everyone, so why do so many of us get upset when we realise someone doesn’t like us? We don’t like everyone, remember – so the chances are that we’re the ‘Urgh’ person on at least one of our contacts’ own lists. And who the fuck cares who likes us anyway?
Well, erm, I do. Or at least, I used to. I used to get really bothered when I realised that the reason a ‘friend’ wasn’t making much effort to stay in touch wasn’t, as I kept telling myself, because they were too busy, it was because they didn’t want to spend time with me.
WHO WOULDN’T WANT TO SPEND TIME WITH ME, FOR FUCKSAKE? I AM A DARLING PUSSYCAT!
Well no, actually I’m not. I’m a pain in the fucking ass at times and it’s only those with good constitutions and an overflowing swearbox of their own who can cope with me longterm. Also, as I’ve already said I certainly don’t like everybody I know, so it would be hypocritical to expect others to be any different.
So I decided to stop caring.
After all, I already mildly disliked some people without it ever having affected my interaction with them. The world hadn’t ended, mostly because there isn’t anything wrong with them and I don’t feel any real animosity – they’re just not my kind of people. So fuck it – for some people, I won’t be their kind of person, either.
FREEDOM, SWEET FREEDOM. I finally realised that it really was okay to think ‘whatevs’ and ignore people if they didn’t seem very keen on me, because fuck ’em. What was I actually scared of – rejection? Possibly. But then if we didn’t do anything in life that might possibly end in rejection, then we’d do fuck all, quite frankly.
So, yeah. Some people don’t like you. And that really is okay.