Fan Base

I have recently discovered that I am not universally beloved.

This is not a huge surprise to me as I never really thought that I was so, oh well. I was however, surprised at who some of my fans were not. (Don't worry, I don't plan on actually revealing any of them here lest you know some of them, like them better than you do me, and plan to align yourself with them.)

I suspected that the guy who threw me out of his office a few years ago for losing my temper was not overly fond of me. Even though I cried for two days afterwards and sent a note of apology. And they really didn't do their job. I really was a witch. Also, the entire staff of the people who hold the warranty on my washing machine as well as the entire staff of the people whom they sent to fix it...not fans of mine. And I think I can live with that. (EIGHT WEEKS, PEOPLE. EIGHT WEEKS!)

This knowledge that the rest of civilization doesn't universally adore me (or at least think I'm moderately nice) though left me in a bit of a funk for a few days. Then I started thinking of people that I really liked who get mixed reviews as well and I started to cheer up. There are LOADS of them! Think about it right now. Think of someone you really admire and then imagine who might not like them. See what I mean?

I'm still a little bummed about it all but I think I can move forward.