When I was 16, there was a girl in my church who I thought hated me. She seemed very rude and caustic with me. I always felt that she was making fun of me, and I thought that she just didn't care to be my friend. I finally stopped trying to be her friend. Fifteen years later, there is a man who owns a small café where I sometimes buy my coffee. He is sarcastic and many times seems rude, but I know he just has a personality that is different than mine. He's actually a pretty nice man once you get past his rough exterior. I overlook is jibes because I know that he is not trying to insult me; ... Read the Post