To like or dislike

"But politeness is overrated. The too polite are too fake. Therefore too deceiving."

Before you read this....any self-righteous, pretentious and the very politically correct people, please piss off. This is a binge whinge and I intend to get drunk on cynicism. And the drunk and disorderly is never a pretty sight.

I dislike people. Then I like them.

It's a very simple theory really.

If you dislike someone first, and then you like them later, then you like them despite their faults.

But if you like them, then find out their faults and then dislike them, you put yourself up for disappointment. And then you hate yourself when you realise your affections are not without condition.

People become intolerant of others because they get to know people without any expectation of fault, therefore likeable (for the moment). And then when faced with flaws, the ugly truth throws them off track and then the flaws are all they see.

But if say, you are able to see or expect a person's faults first and dislike their faults initially, and then as you find out more, begin to like their other traits, you could only do so if you were able to see beyond their faults first. Or even better, understand their flaws.

Then your affection holds true and solid.

For if everyone was to like, then dislike, then all of us would have to hide out bad traits.

This leads to pretentious people. And denial. For even when the ugly truth is staring right at them, it is always something better. Something good.

In the past few months, I have reserved certain judgement on many people. While I never gave them much affection beyond the boundaries of acquantaince, recent events have again and again proved my instincts right. It's easy to be deceived by the very good and their unbending politeness.

But politeness is overrated. The too polite are too fake. Therefore too deceiving.

There are plenty who I dislike and eventually like and even appreciate the very things that made me disliked them first. And there are very few of whom I dislike and never like. But even then I could never hate them. To hate is to love. And yet all I feel is indifference.

I've been told by friends that they did disliked me initially. But eventually they come to understand and like me as a friend. If they can accept my frankness, my dislike for all things fake and politically correct, then I treasure their friendship. And I am humbled.

For I am riddled with faults and am well aware of what they are. I have no desire to make friends for the sake of being social, to censor what I say to make people feel more comfortable and to pretend to be politely interested when I'm not. If that is the only way to be accepted into society, then I choose my way. Conformity is boring.

It is justified to dislike and then like. For if one wanted the frame without the picture, one shouldn't paint at all.

"I am exercising my right not to walk." ~D.P.S.