Sunday, April 7, 2013

When You Find Out You're Not Liked

      So I've come to the realization that I may not be the most like-able person. Of course I'd like to be liked, but the truth is, everyone isn't like-able. There have to be those who cause conflict. And unfortunately, I believe I am one of those annoying, high-pitched, crazy, oblivious people that I know you hate, too.
      Don't get me wrong, I'm not all bad. There are just people in the world who are much more universally liked, then those that maybe half dislike like and the other half tolerate and/or find amusing. I believe I became aware of how people don't like me when a boy came to my door asking for my roommate, who just so happens to be one of those universally liked people. The boy is my friend too. I said no, she isn't here, and we just looked at each other. Then I asked why he never came to see me, and he said he didn't know. Then I closed the door, but not before blowing him a raspberry.
     It was then, in the silence after my spit had quieted, that I realized that I would not like myself if I were someone else. And that's the thing. Would you like you? I certainly wouldn't like me. I'm really cranky and honest-maybe too honest. But I also lie. Really, really easily. I mean, they just fall out of my mouth, and I'm apparently very convincing. So to others, I am the pretty but very odd, rude, cranky girl with the sweet roommate people actually visit. Well, that's it for this subject. I think that now maybe you understand some things. And if not, I really don't care.

(see? totally mean.)