Not everyone likes me.
Over several years now this has become obvious.
Some people are just plain stupid, and so they don’t like me.
Some people are really cool and they think I’m not and so they don’t like me.
Some people don’t like what I said, I might not like what I said, but seeing as they don’t like what I said, they don’t like me.
Some people think I said something, which I never said, and now they don’t like me.
Some people don’t know me and I wish they knew me but they never met me and so don’t know me and so I pretend that they don’t like me.
Some people like someone else better than me so they spend their time with them and that feels like they don’t like me but really we just never met.
Some people aren’t interested in the things I’m interested in and are completely uninteresting people to me except for that brief window where I want them to come along to a show I’m making or read something I wrote or open an email I sent or something like that and so when they don’t I get all upset because they don’t like me.
Some people unsubscribe from my email list maybe for a million different reasons but I, of course, think the only real reason is that they don’t like me.
Mostly these people are imaginary people and their dislike of me is also imaginary. Sometimes they are real people who really don’t like me.
Some people like me. I think that spending all this time thinking about all these people who don’t like me is very ungrateful and a little bit silly.
What do you think?