Someday I’ll tell you about three awful and boring girls I met in middle school/junior high who hated me and how, over the course of several years, I strong armed them into being my friend until they enjoyed my company. At which point I stopped answering their phone calls and only responded to their in-school conversations with tight smiles and overly polite compliance.
I didn’t realize how insane this was of me until recently.
NO. YOU DON’T GET TO NOT LIKE ME. I DON’T LIKE YOU. THAT’S THE WAY THIS WORKS.