It’s not me, it’s you

Have you ever been in that situation where you just don’t like someone and you almost feel like you have to explain it? Sometimes there is a legitimate reason. I don’t like you because of …and the list can add to numbers you didn’t realize you could count to. But then there are people who just don’t hit you the right way. There is just something “off” about them. Maybe they talk too loud. Maybe the can’t get even the simplest clichés correct. Maybe they breathe funny. There is no rule that we have to like everyone. But some people want to know why. And that always bothers me. Can I not just go on about my life? You don’t really like me. I don’t really like you. The world will keep turning. But they push it and push it and push it. They want to make the issue about what is really wrong with you rather than the fact that maybe they’re just a pain in the ass. I have dealt with these people a few times in life. I think I am at the age now where I am just gonna start saying, “Hon, it’s not me; it’s you.” I’ll shake my head slowly like I understand it’s hard to believe. Then I’ll pat them on the back and then just walk away. I wonder how that will go.