Last night I met a guy who I disliked after only a few minutes of conversation. That’s unusual for me. I wanted to get out of his presence, which is also unusual. Weirdest of all, couldn’t figure out why I didn’t like him. There was nothing wrong with him. If you asked me, I wouldn’t be able to come up with a single explanatory factor.

Only after I’d politely exempted myself from his presence did I realize why I didn’t like him: For whatever psychological reason, I found myself becoming competitive, trying to impress him. In his presence, I was an a-hole.

It was me, not him. And it makes me wonder how often the people I don’t like I don’t like because I don’t like who I am with them.

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