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poliphilo We all have friends we don't like. "Friends", that is, who should have inverted commas placed round them. They are rarely horrible people but there's something about them that pushes us away. Common complications are (a) that the repulsion isn't mutual and they don't realise the effect they're having and (b) that they are members of a larger social network and can't be cut off without causing drama.
In dealing with them kindness probably trumps authenticity, though I'm not sure of this.
I'm thinking of some actual people I have in my life. I don't hate them. I just don't feel the chemistry. Though I seem to be able to fake it.
They are good people. We have shared values. They should be the friends of my bosom. I've asked myself what the problem is and the only answer I can come up with is that they lack a sense of humour.
In dealing with them kindness probably trumps authenticity, though I'm not sure of this.
I'm thinking of some actual people I have in my life. I don't hate them. I just don't feel the chemistry. Though I seem to be able to fake it.
They are good people. We have shared values. They should be the friends of my bosom. I've asked myself what the problem is and the only answer I can come up with is that they lack a sense of humour.
