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They Hate Me
by David Jordan I hear much these days about people who hate me. A sister-in-law, another sister in-law’s husband, my wife’s North Bend friend. They find me objectionable. I am sarcastic, arrogant, snide, insensitive, rude, clumsy, low-rent, mean-spirited. I inflict insult too casually, anger too easily, hold grudges too long. It hurts to be hated, even if you hate back. What do I want? To disdain them (as I do) while they yearn for my affection? I suppose. I desire to be so valuable a human being even people who don’t like me wish they did. |
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