One of these days Iím going to figure out what makes people tick. Or maybe not. I probably would have it all sorted out by now, if I were ever going to. I see a world where people deliberately distance themselves from each other for the most absurd reasons. I canít stand it. It hurts my heart.
Maybe itís me. It must be me. Iím the one with the functional inability to deliberately make someone feel bad. I can dislike certain kinds of people, and I can be jealous or resentful or disappointed or offended. I can even tell someone how I feel, but I canít turn my back on anyone for one mistake, and I wonít judge them based on a single action or personality trait. Not if thereís a good reason to overlook or forgive or give that person a little leeway (not to mention the right to be true to oneself).
Back in the days when I spent more time out in the world, I worked in harmony with all kinds of people, including a particular someone no one else could get along with. (Oh, yes. Iím thinking of a name.) Some people simply donít know how not to be difficult, or donít care. I can tell you I didnít like that about this person, and she knew it. But I never wanted to cut her out of my life, because she had so much to offer.
She never changed her personality, but as time went on and she got a little wiser in the ways of the world, I saw her make an effort to be more tolerant of what she always thought were the shortcomings of others (because they didnít fit into the narrow categories and definitions that suited her). For her, most of the time it was easier to distance herself from anyone who didnít act the way she thought they should.
For me, Iím glad I didnít turn that same spotlight on her, or I might never have known that she could be a better person (by, admittedly, my own somewhat broader definition).