I think the reason I feel so uncomfortable with someone disliking me is because that someone is a whole person, with a whole mind and story and reality, and in all of that, I am a bad thing. To a whole person, I am bad I need to think more about the people who apparently like me, because if that was true then I'd be a good thing in their life, their mind, their reality. I just find it hard to believe anyone likes me because I hate myself. Then again I also hate pickles so much I find it hard to believe anyone actually likes them, but they say they do, so I take their word for it. I need to do the same with myself