Lots of people dislike me. A lot of times, they dislike me for exactly who I am. I am friendly but moody. I clean up well, but not very often. I don’t always bite my tongue, or behave in ways that other people find pleasant and enjoyable, but that I find tedious and soul-crushing. Even though I have learned to listen, to enjoy how different people are from each other, to keep an open mind, to stay calm and shut up, I’m still not everyone’s favorite. Sometimes I just want to say something obnoxious, because no one else seems willing to do it, and there’s a great big gaping hole where the obnoxiousness should go (even if I’m the only one who sees it).