When I was a Senior in high school, I met a girl who was a Freshman. Every time I tried to pay her a compliment, she had some sort of snide comeback and eventually stopped talking to her.
It wasn’t until several years later, when I was managing a photo lab, that a man came in with her last name. Once I noticed his name, I asked if her was related to the girl I had once tried to be nice too.
He told me she was his daughter, only he wasn’t nice about it. The man called her vulgar names and was so vocal about his disgust for her that it was embarrassing.
After he left my shop, I understood why she was as negative as she had been. She either didn’t believe me when I complimented her and felt defensive or that was simply the way she had been brought up.
Either way, I shouldn’t have stopped trying to be her friend.
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