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I don’t think most people would like my personality.
There might be a few – very few, I would imagine – who
are impressed by it, but only rarely would anyone like it.
Who in the world could possibly have warm feelings, or
something like them, for a person who doesn’t compromise,
who instead, whenever a problem crops up, locks himself
away alone in a closet? I just can’t picture someone liking
me on a personal level. Being disliked by someone, hated, and
despised, somehow seems more natural. Not that I’m relieved
when that happens. Even I’m not happy when someone dislikes me.

Haruki Murakami, What I talk about when I talk about running