“Sometimes my friends don’t like me. But who cares because sometimes I don’t like them. That’s how you know what a true friend is. You can go in and out, and it’s not that they don’t like me, but space is necessary in any relationship.
Sometimes I feel like everyone hates me, but that’s only because I’m so wrapped up in myself. Everyone doesn’t hate me, they’re just wrapped up in their own shit and not thinking about me, which is the ‘duh’ that slaps me in the face like a splash of cold water every time.
And the bottom line is, I’ll never know what other people are thinking. I will never be able to read their minds or get inside their heads, so really, it doesn’t matter.
It’s actually none of my business what they think. It’s also not about me, but about them, their own judgments or hang-ups or whatever.
Someone once told me, “Nothing is ever personal. Nothing.” I liked that. I was like, “But what if I like a dude, and he doesn’t like me? That seems pretty personal.” But it’s not. It’s still about them and what they don’t like, or do. And me being me is okay to someone else, and maybe not them. And so it’s not about something I lack, but obviously something they lack.
In conclusion, it’s fine if my friends don’t like me, as long as I like me. And if I don’t like me because my friends don’t like me, then I deserve to not be liked anyway. That’s my two cents and I’m sticking to it.”
– Leslie Arfin