We are all equally disliked by a certain number of people.

I hate to say it myself, but I think I've had a really lucky life.

It's not that I have many friends, nor do I have a wide network of connections.

It's just that the people who get along with me are overwhelmingly good people. There are only good people around me. I think that alone makes my life quite profitable.

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Well, even though I'm saying such optimistic things, it's not like everyone I've met so far has been a good person.

Needless to say, there are people who dislike me. There are people I don't get along with. There are people who used to like me but have come to dislike me.

I'm sure there are some even now.

There are probably people who think, 'Actually, I dislike you,' without me even realizing it.

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But well, it can't be helped.
That's just how it is.

Just as there are a certain number of people who like me, there are a certain number of people who dislike me.

This note is the same.

While there are people who like reading my notes, there are probably also people who think, 'Actually, this doesn't suit me,' 'I dislike this writing,' or 'I'm not comfortable with this.'

If anything, there are even people who occasionally attack me directly in the comments.

It might be too much for someone like me, who is like a generic ordinary person store number one, but I have also received what are commonly called anti-comments a few times.

When you see those, you go 'ugh' for a second, don't you?
But I block them immediately, and delete them immediately.

When I get weird comments or someone says something unpleasant, I might flinch for a moment or worry about it.

But it is essential not to engage with them.
Don't match their pace.
When it comes to crazy people, running away is winning.

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I hate to say it myself, but I am a person with a certain amount of good sense and common sense.

If I label someone as a weirdo, there is a high probability that they are a weirdo by common standards.

Therefore, the only option is to ignore them.

No matter how much I struggle, there will always be a certain number of haters. This is a fact. That is just how it is.

It was also written in a book I read recently. Apparently, the ratio of people who like you to people who don't think well of you ends up being about 7:3.

Even the book said that is just how it is. Since it is just how it is, it cannot be helped. Since even a proper person who publishes books says so, I think that is indeed the case.

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So, in our limited lives, we have no time to waste on people we dislike.

I will cherish the people I like, the people who like me, the people who are on my side, the people who support me, and the people who give me loving advice and warnings.

I will use my time for such people.

Life is just a way to kill time.

That said, I am not so free that I would spend my precious time worrying about people I dislike.

・Side note