A year or so ago, I had a friend(ish) who was a correspondent to another blog I keep.
Many of his replies and posts were along the lines of people just don’t get me and people don’t like me and I don’t fit in and everything I say pisses somebody off.
These were followed by but they don’t stick around long enough to get to know me.
I do not (and did not) think he wanted to be alone, mostly because he also said things like nobody will have me.
I finally said “Well, maybe it’s you.”
Which went over like something brown and smelly in the punchbowl.
He argued that it could not be him, because he was just being himself – argumentative, sarcastic, dark.
All I said was, “How’s that working out for you?”
He defriended me.
Which kind of made me sad, because I genuinely liked him, and I think he is a good person. I thought I could help. I always think I can help. I am a fool that way.
But the truth, and you’ve heard it before, is that you get more flies with honey. Nobody likes to be around somebody who’s always negative, who’s always argumentative, who thinks nobody likes them, who’s sarcastic and nasty.