"They"

I have discovered that sometimes people like me because I write books-- they don't really like me.  I've discovered that sometimes people want to be my friend because of my spiritual practices, the things I'm involved with, the things I do-- they don't really like me.  My experiences with this type of behavior have left me somewhat gun-shy and much less open and receptive to the general public than I use to be.  I have learned to guard my feelings, sad as that sounds, and to be cautious when someone comes on a little too strong, a little too persistent, a little too starry-eyed and intense.

This is a blog post about friends, friendship, making friends, ulterior motives, expectations, and fantasies.



They like you why?...

 

because you do something that is unusual in their eyes, or exotic even, in an artsy avant-garde manner. 

 

They like you why? ...

 

because you are different and they're drawn to your 'differentness'.

 

They dislike you why?...

 

because you do something that is unusual in their eyes, or exotic even, in an artsy avant-garde manner; and they suddenly realize that in spite of this, you are as plain and ordinary and everyday as they are, and it is a disillusionment for them. 

 

They dislike you why? ...

 

because you are different and they are drawn to your 'differentness', until your 'differentness' does not click with what they expect or approve of, until your 'differentness' sets you apart in some way and they cannot accept it-- or until your 'differentness' wears off, and you are just one of them after all.