Journal: A person who doesn't like me

I didn't like today's topic, so I rolled back the calender and picked another.

It should be easy. The request is to write about myself from the perspective of someone who doesn't like me. Who likes themselves? Surely, the guy with the white beater at the gym last night likes himself. But underneath, I'm sure he's got the issues. Probably hates to cook and stares at porno all day and feels dirty about it.

I'll switch to third person.

He's weird. Plain and simple. He has this strange facination with Disney. But it's broader than that. He's like a big kid. And with that he carries a huge imagination with him. Because of that, he's a daydreamer. He keeps imagining worlds and places that aren't fit for the situation at hand.

He also tends to do the masculine thing and turn all conversations into something about himself. When a coworker complains about a student, he'll immediately list what he's done and not, regardless of the discussion. It's not about him!

He's so damn out! Not everyone wants to know about him being gay. I suppose it's the only way he sees the world, but there are other things going on. It's pitiful.

Crybaby too. Feel too damn much.

Obsessive? Does that work? Like the Disney thing. Or his husband. He's only got, like, five topics and the world revolves around it. He apppears pretty openminded to new things, but you have to wonder. With only five topics to work with, how can he be?

Creepily involved in spirituality and mortality. Always reading religious texts and wondering about the great beyond. And when he does read and talk about it, it's always depressive or scary. Not a single moment of in-between.

Tends to dote on his partner, which is also one of his five topics. The weirdness here is he doesn't like to be touched or be physically close to anyone. So what kind of relationship do they have?

He's fat, plain and simple. But he works out constantly. He doesn't see that it isn't working--the exercise regiment. He goes anyway. What kind of person doesn't just look down and see they are losing the battle?


There, a perspective of not liking me. The weird thing is, I thought that would be easy, and it wasn't. Perhaps, after a few years, I've learned to love what I've got and not hope beyond it? Maybe so. Good thing, too.