Her: You’re a sociopath
Me: I know, but not to people I like.
I’m doing something with Katja after work Thursday night. I called her on Saturday to wish her a happy birthday. You’d think I’d get brownie points for remembering her birthday after hardly seeing her for a year, but you’d be wrong. The first topic of conversation was how I fucked up her birthday last year, and I’m like, “Why you bringing up old shit?”
She goes into this whole thing about how she doesn’t trust me. It really sucks. With the exception of AC, whom I have an ongoing relationship with; Katja is probably the last person I really fucked over. I‘ve gone an entire year without anybody really having any legitimate beef with me. It’s enough to make one think he is a pretty swell guy. Sometimes it’s good to be reminded that you can be a real prick.
I honestly can’t think of another person whose opinion I give a shit about who has a negative opinion of me. It kinda’ hurts my pride to think that there are people I like who don’t like me. Although, I have to admit, there is this tiny part of my brain that gets turned on by the fact that I can’t intentionally or unintentionally hurt people who I know are stronger than me. There’s this part of me that I need to exorcise that likes the thought of being a problem for people who might have otherwise forgotten I existed.
If everybody likes me, where’s the challenge in that? Where’s the drama?