Pickle.
Tuesday, December 23rd, 2008“Apparently, you should pretend to like anyone who pretends to like you. This is called “networking,” and it’s why the web smells like feet.” – hotdogsladies (a.k.a. Merlin Mann)
I remember when I was in a Web Design class back in 2002, I did something remarkable. The school itself was nothing great, except that I eventually graduated there in 2004, at age 22, after having some rather interesting adventures elsewhere. No, the satellite school was simply a place where you could pick up credits for high school, or learn new skills in the evenings after your job. I was doing the former.
There was one girl who sat behind me, was close to my age, and who was nice enough, but was generally not my type of person. I was polite to her for some time, because that’s just what you do.
One day, she had asked me a question that I can’t even recall but I must have replied to because she reflexively followed up my response with “Why?” I hesitated a moment, and thought, and decided to brutalize myself with my honesty. In a deliberate cadence of baritone articulation I looked into her eyes and plainly spoke.
“Because I don’t like you.”
It was one of the most liberating experiences of my life.




