Once I had this colleague that I thought I didn't like. I thought he was too uptight and very much a formalist, and I wasn't so ceremonious like that; you know, zero rapport with those kinda people. However, I respected his talent and recognised the fact that he was the best at his.
I figured he too seemed kinda cold towards me. So I thought there's a good chance he doesn't like me. Confessedly, it turned out that I was right, the feeling was mutual. Fast forward today, we are good friends. But it was after putting our egos aside that we realised that it's sometimes not dislike as such, ours was because we didn't make effort to overstand each other.
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