It’s okay if you don’t like me. Really it is. I have a problem where I want everyone to like me. It’s seriously a problem. I think it’s called being a human being. I don’t know how to get over this problem. The only solution I have is to articulate this sentence: I do not have to be liked by everyone. It is okay when someone doesn’t like me. Not everyone likes everyone. So I’m going to be okay with you not liking me, whoever you are.