Somebody who should trust me told me he didn’t today, so now I know what it feels like to deal with a paranoid individual with issues in that department.
I’ve written about this before, but it was once wished on me that I’d one day meet someone who was exactly like me.
The guy who said—implied would be more accurate—he didn’t trust me is someone whose trust I’ve never violated. I suck at many things, but I’m also good at some other things. He told me he didn’t think he could rely on me for one of the things I’m particularly good at, even though in several years of dealing with him, I’ve never failed—not once, in several dozen instances—in this area.
This made me realize that it wasn’t personal, and that this guy just doesn’t trust anyone. People like that are unpleasant to deal with, so I threw my hands up and told him his paranoia was something I wasn’t going to swallow, because I wasn’t about to tolerate being lumped in with the rest of them after being someone he could trust for so long.
Characteristic by characteristic, I’m meeting people who teach me what a douchebag I used to be.