Maybe It's Just Bad Chemistry

I’m deciding to post this after having a conversation with a dear friend of mine today. I realized I’m not alone in this feeling.

Ever wonder

Do you consider yourself the kind of person that can pretty much get along with anyone? Kind, considerate, assertive, observant? Yeah, me too. But then…

There is that one (or two, tops) person in your life that you've just never been able to really get along with. Even if you’re together, it’s not really that comfortable. Maybe it has even become down right mean. Anything you say gets misinterpreted and misconstrued. It feels like you can’t win. Or, now you’re sadly not speaking at all thanks to a good ole fashioned argument where neither will budge because you’re both determined you’re right? Or maybe you’re thinking you were a little at fault but so were they but they won’t budge?

Yeah.

So there’s nothing you can really do to make the situation better, and maybe you've reached out… Now, you’re just developing a small amount of hate—yup, I said it, hate—for the person because they have been such an asshole to you. And it’s even harder to figure out why so many people that you LOVE and GET ALONG WITH have such a great relationship with them.

How does someone you don’t like and treats you badly get along with everyone else? Is it you? Is it them? Or the chemistry between you two?

As was recently pointed out to me, sometimes it’s just about acceptance. You don’t have to like that others are their friends, but you do have to accept it. You can’t change anyone, you can only change yourself.

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