The Common Denominator: Me
I’ve recently discovered something disturbing. There are people out there who don’t like me. WHAT?! I know, I know. Ridiculous, right? What’s further disturbing is that the root of this dislike goes back for decades.
Instance 1: A former friend from college will never speak to me again, resulting from a single instance of gossip. It’s been 10 years and though sincere apologies were given, the grudge still stands. Others involved? Forgiven. Moi? Nope.
Instance 2: Friend (ex-friend) no longer speaks to me, invites our mutual friends to do things but not me. Suspicion: His wife dislikes me (possibly because I was drunk at a wedding? Not sure… possibly because she doesn’t like him having women friends? Still not sure). OR, I did something many years ago I can’t for the life of me remember.
Instance 3: Friend (or so I thought) from summer camp 19 years ago. A mutual friend said, “Oh, Lady, I’m facebook friends with your arch nemesis!” I was not aware I had an arch nemesis and said so. The friend supplied a name of the person I thought I’d been friends with. I attempted internet contact suggesting pleasant reacquaintance via the usual channels (facebook). Denied. Attempted to update this person on the status of our mutual friend who was in the hospital (she asked on his wall). Denied. Whatever the hell I did 19 years ago must have been really awful because I can’t for the life of me remember it, but she sure as hell can.
CONCLUSIONS: The common denominator here is me. So, um, I’m probably going to do something to you at some point. It’s probably going to be really, really bad—so bad that you’ll hate me for decades and I’ll just happily go along my way completely oblivious as to the life-wrecking thing I did. Cheers!
Also… I’m someone’s arch nemesis. That’s badass. I should probably be up to something nefarious at this very moment—like making it so sharks can walk on land or something….
-TLOTH
