There are people whom I like, and they also like me. This is my greatest pleasure of life.
There are people whom I hate, and they also hate me, this is totally fair.
There are people whom I like, but they do not, or even hate me, It is sad, but there must be something wrong with me in their minds. I accept that.
The most bizarre thing is that, there are people whom I do not like at all, and they like me, I do not really see why.