Like Me or Unlike Me

Snout says:
A long time ago I decided I don't like being liked.

Snout says:
Somebody likes me, then what? I need to go on being likable. Because if I do something they don't like, they might stop liking me. Say the wrong thing at the wrong time and I'm left wondering, "Does so-and-so still like me?" It's a basket full of self-doubt I can do without.

Snout says:
Better to put the shoe on the other foot. If people don't like me, maybe even hate me, and I suddenly impress them, then they're like, "Maybe this pig is okay."

Snout says:
Then they're left wondering how well they know anybody. They thought I was the illegitimate grandchild of some infamous dictator, but then they find out I haul mercury-tainted fluorescent bulbs 150 miles to the nearest recycler for a local community group (let's say.) What then? How they can trust any of their judgments or pronouncements?

Snout says:
And I can go on being me. Unlikable except in rare moments of decency.

Mushmouth says:
Hey, Snout. You know what, I used to not like you much. But I don't not like you any more. You're an okay pig.

Snout says:
What a coincidence, I didn't like you either, Mushmouth.

Mushmouth says:
But you like me now that you're used to me, right?

Snout says:
No, I think I just got used to not liking you. It's not so unpleasant a feeling anymore.

2 Responses

  1. oneken says:

    this situation you describe is why gertrude stein said writers should not succeed at a very young age –they turn to writing what they imagine their audience will want to read instead of writing what is actually in them. she called this state “i am i because my little dog knows me.” prollee applies to pigs and monkeys as well.

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    oneken

    August 4th, 2007
    at 9:37 am

  2. Snout

    August 5th, 2007
    at 12:59 pm

    Snout says:

    Exactly. I try not to imagine any audience or what they want. I have a tough enough time imagining what I want. Imaginary audiences in my head I can do without.

    I never had a little dog though, so I wouldn’t know anything about that.

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