Erring on the Side of Unlikable

My mother has told me that I err on the side of unpleasant and oversensitive. I find this description laughably problematic, for to say that someone errs on the side of something, there has to be another direction in which to go overboard.

When people decide that the companionship of exceptionally friendly, outgoing people is utterly undesirable, I am certain that I will become everyone's best friend.

"There!" people will say. "Let's go hang out with that awesomely gloomy, irritable, anti-social girl. She's sooo much fun!" They'll flock around me in droves, and of course due to my temperament, I'll only wish them gone, but the more I insult them, the more they'll adore my company.

Sometimes in a movie, book, or in dreamland, I'll meet a person who seems to be the very definition of "nice". That's what I want to be like, I'll decide, and then a day later when I call my mother a b***h and slam the door on her, I'll ask myself why it's so hard to change. I'll wonder why she'll admit that I'm unpleasant and oversensitive and then tell me that I can make friends just by being myself. I've learned that no one wants to associate with that creature. I opened my eyes and saw my version of the truth, and no one ever takes a break from constantly judging everyone else.