“Do you work with B a lot?”
“Not much. I work mostly with A because I have to cover his position whenever he’s not in the office.”
“NO, what I meant was, do you work with him as a group??!”
“Erm … no not really.”
At that point, it didn’t matter if I answered wrongly or was not sure because I was shocked at the way she responded. Perhaps, she was mad or frustrated. But hey, that was simply rude. Naturally, her question wasn’t clear to me, and if she wanted clarification she could have asked it in a better way. The way our conversation took off was a little weird. When I met this girl for the first time, we were in a colleague’s car. She was so different … very friendly and easy to talk to.
Today, there was a sign of distance … tone of dislike … it was as though I had put dead roaches in her lunch box or something.
At times, I really can’t comprehend why people want to be so mean. I don’t know when this feeling started to grow in me, but it takes me a long while to trust someone. Perhaps, that is why I have so little friends. I just can’t stand the fact that I am befriending a person who is not sincere and bound to back stab me anytime.