Being liked is nice, right? I like it anyways. It’s actually new for me in a way. I’m sure my childhood friends liked me; we hung out from 5th grade and all the way through high school. After high school we still hung out but I made new friends. But anyways, at work a few people like me, even maybe a lot of people (I’m exaggerating to make myself feel better).
But an old problem surfaced this week. To put it bluntly, I don’t have it in me to have a lot of people like me. I can’t handle a lot of people liking me, I just don’t have the capacity. And even worse, I can’t handle people treating me normal and accepting me. I thought for the last three years that I wanted to be liked, accepted, and maybe occsionally put a little scare in people (everybody else does sometimes, why not me)?
When I go to work three days a week, there’s two security guards checking ID’s at the door. Everyone who comes in has to show ID and they take it seriously because it’s an Army Reserve office and we had a bomb threat a couple of years ago. And sometimes they post signs warning people to be especially alert that day due to possible terrorist activity in the building. If you leave during the day and go outside you have to show your ID every time you come back.
But I like talking to the guards, it’s cool and they are friendly and kind of joke around with me and I joke back. And today one of them just looked me in the eye and I could tell he thought I was OK and just last week the other guard did the same thing. It freaked me out. And as I went about my day other people were friendly as usual. But the problem really bugs me.
I know I’m a little old (58) to be caring if people like me or not but it feels good to be liked. Or I’m too old to get too happy when someone treats me with respect like any other person. But I’m a late bloomer.
It’s weird problem, I don’t know if anyone else has the same problem.