As a popular guy, I necessarily have more people that like me than I care for. In some cases, they’re people whom I loathe so much that I’d rather beat my head against the wall than talk to them.
I had a five minute conversation with one such person today, a conversation that was 4:55 too long for my liking. When I ended it with a “Well, it was good seeing you again,” I was left with such a feeling of being a phony that I wondered if I could still self-identify as an authentic straight shooter.
In the future, perhaps I’ll just conclude such interactions with more honest farewells. “Well, we saw each other and will probably do so again in the future.” “We talked, but now I must go.” “The next time I see you, I will risk getting hit by a car in crossing the street to avoid you,” however, is too mean-spirited.