Do you know how many people hate you? How many people don’t want anything to do with you? Did they used to be a friend of yours? What tore you apart?
I dwell on my burned bridges from time to time. How many of them could I repair? How many of them were my fault? Is it worth repairing them?
I can think of about two people who I know hate me that used to be my friend. There’s probably more. I don’t make it my business to be nice to everyone I meet. There’s a lot of people who I don’t talk to that I used to but I doubt most of them hate me.
We’re just one random meeting away. We’ll have a chat about what we’ve done since the last time we’ve met then head our separate ways. No burned bridges there.
Even the two who hate me could eventually get over it if they stopped being whiny babies.I’m not mad at either of them.
I know there are people out there who have pissed off a lot more people than I have in their lives. They have plenty of bridges that aren’t ever going to get repaired. I wonder what it’s like to know that there are people out there who completely hate your guts for good reasons.
Even though I think of myself as a jerk, not many people hate me. I don’t think I try hard enough.