- What’s up?
- You like me [pause] Why?
- That’s kind of a sad question.

This is a dialog from a TV-Series. It has stuck me as significant and revealing, ever since I first saw this episode. Both these adjectives have a dual meaning. One pertaining to the series, and the development of the characters on the show, and one larger, more real.

I kind of agree, that this is sort of a sad question … but honestly, is there a single one of you out there who hasn’t asked himself of herself this question about someone else? Why do people like us? What do we have, that other people lack? What differentiates us from other people who are not liked by our friends?

It is something that I think about a lot. I don’t recall having asked this question (out loud) lately. My recollection might be wrong though. But I do ask myself (silently) quite often. Considering myself (as a whole) I don’t really find that much to like. I am good with words, and therefore have the theoretical, but innate, ability to manipulate people. I’m not particularly good looking but not ugly either. I unfortunately have a short fuse, in certain areas. But I also have an unusually long one in others. My intelligence is a sometimes thing. I’m obsessed with trivialities, often irrelevant ones. At times I guess I’m more caring than others, but at the same time I have a huge potential to hurt the ones I like/love.

Summing that up, I am pretty much average, save a few excentrities. I really shouldn’t be all that likeable. But there are people who appear to like me. Even forgive me atrocities. I simply can’t understand why. I want to understand why. I kind of need to understand why. In that I am not to different from the person asking that question. I have to solve the puzzle.

Should you wish to comment on this Blog, go right ahead. I will not publish any comments. I’ll read them, and then delete them. If you specifically want me to publish them, say so in the comment.

Just another random thought process going through my twisted brain.