Sometimes, people just don’t like you.

Throughout my life, I have always tried hoped that people would like me. I would even say there were times I went out of my way to try and get people to like me. With age, though, I am finding that this way of thinking is tiresome. To try so hard to be the person people want you to be just so you can be on their radar for whatever amount of time your actions towards them permits is truly juvenile and almost sadistic.somtimes

Never will I be the exact person anyone wants me to be, nor will I ever again try to be that person. Being happy with myself is where it begins, and whether someone else likes it, I am who I am. I realized this, instilled it within myself, and began introducing the world to who I am. Those who have stuck by my side know the real me.

Most recently, I tried very hard with a co-worker who, in the end, very clearly wanted nothing to do with me. I offered her my support, tried to provide assistance and insight both professionally and in our personal lives, but the more I tried, the more she resisted. It ended in a way that we no longer communicate unless necessary which seems to work well for us, but this experience really taught me a lesson.

All I can do is try, but sometimes, people won’t like me, and that’s OK because I now know I showed them the kind of person I am.

Selfish, a poem

I once wondered what it would be like to be you,

To travel the roads you have taken,

To have seen the world through your eyes.

I once considered what life meant to you,

In your endless adventures,

And your wild child ways.

I once thought how different you may be

If you saw it through my eyes,

But then you would have to be selfless,

And I’m not sure it is in you.