The title says it all. I don't like people who don't like me. Why the hell wouldn't I? Am I supposed to praise someone who has complete and utter disdain for me? I think not. I'll give you an example. It was a bright sunny day. Stacy and I were taking a much needed walk in Central Park. Suddenly, some dude comes out of nowhere and starts to tell me hello and whatnot. If I was an average Joe, I would have been surprised yet pleased that this guy was nice enough to care about me. I'm not your average Joe and I'm sure as hell that I wouldn't be pleased if some complete stranger was talking to me. I had two options. I could walk way and leave that pathetic excuse of a life form in the middle of the walkway and ignore the awkwardness that radiated off of him which was bound to follow, OR, I could talk to this guy and be his new best friend. You better believe that I chose the latter. If he liked me, why shouldn't I like him? If a complete stranger invited my nephew into his house for him tea and crumb cakes, I would shove him into the strangers home and tell him to be home by midnight. Remember kids, always trust strangers that offer you food.
Hobey-Ho.
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