I Like You---Or Not!

There is a certain person who is always going to dislike you. It is a fact of life. Get over it! My philosophy is, “Go ahead and detest me. Just be quiet about it.”

I had a conversation with a clinical psychologist at a party. He said, “It’s a given that people like to be liked.” He also said, “A baby goose will follow the first creature that is nice to it.” I responded, “You are probably aware that some people don’t like psychologists.” “Yes,” he replied. “I have experienced that.” “So,” I said. “Have you ever considered becoming a goose-herd?” He started talking to someone else. Finding people boring is not the same as disliking them. I can escape into my own happy thoughts while they drone on and on.

Some people dislike their own body parts. If they dislike enough of them, they then end up loathing themselves. Why do that, when there are plenty of people around who are willing to do it for you?

Children are very good at manipulation when they are being reprimanded. Often, they will say, “You don’t love me.” That is the opportunity to teach the difference between love and like. “I love you, but I don’t like what you did. Lunch boxes are for sandwiches, not for hitting Johnny in the head.”

With computers, you can be instantly “friended” or “un-friended” on Facebook, and you don’t even have to know those people, before they decide to dislike you.

Some people make snap judgments when they first meet someone. They don’t know why they dislike that person, but it’s a “gut feeling.” Of course, if he’s holding a gun and demands your wallet, the snap judgment is acceptable.

I prefer when people I dislike are far away. I don’t wish them bad. I just wish them distance.

Entertainers have their own likes and dislikes. My friend, Robert Orben, who wrote for Red Skelton told me that, when on stage, Skelton couldn’t stand it when a member of the audience wasn’t enjoying his act. One evening he noticed a man sitting in the front row who wasn’t laughing, even though the rest of the audience was rolling in the aisles with laughter. So, Skelton played directly to that man. The fellow never cracked a smile. Dejected, Red Skelton came off stage and said, “What’s wrong with that guy? I gave him my best.” Later it was discovered that the man didn’t speak English.

Elizabeth Taylor hated to be called “Liz,” and Whoopi Goldberg said, “Most of all,  I dislike this idea nowadays that if you’re a black person in America, then you must be called African-American. Listen, I’ve visited Africa, and I’ve got news for everyone. I’m not an African.”

The extreme of dislike is hatred and bigotry. Bigots are really good at disliking people. It’s a dirty job, but I guess someone’s got to do it. I always say that you know that you aren’t a bigot, if you dislike someone for the right reason, such as; “He’s an ass!”

The best advice I can offer is to be happy in front of people who don’t like you. It will drive them crazy.

Esther Blumenfeld (“He has all of the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire.” Winston Churchill)