I'm Well Liked
Despite the efforts of fortune and a select few to make me feel valueless, one thing I’ve learned while in the middle of all of these difficulties is that I’m pretty well liked. I don’t know how passionately most feel about liking me, but the point is that they do. Anybody who doesn’t…odds are they don’t actually know me.
I’m a pretty good person, all around. I have my faults: I react pretty poorly to perceived slights or betrayals, probably because I strive to be as honest as I can in dealings both personal and professional. I don’t always succeed, but I make a good-faith effort at all times, and I am deeply disappointed and angry when I see situations in which people appear to have not even made a stab in the direction of forthrightness. I hold people to a higher standard when they have made claims to be my friend. I’m also highly opinionated, frequently sarcastic when sincerity would be the best option, and I use humor as both a shield and a weapon far too often.
But I’m well-liked. I have few enemies, and I am surrounded by kind and supportive people who want to see me happy and successful. I’d like to thank all of those people right now: you make life a lot easier. I like or love you all.
