God, this mellow-stuff is getting worse.  I thought at one point last night I had been cured as I met someone annoying enough to incur my bitter wrath, but then random  quote generator sends me this litte gem from Oscar Wilde today.

Having been away from my gang for a couple of years, it’s perfectly natural that others will have come and gone.  I’ve been fortunate enough to reacquaint myself with most of them, and have met a few new people as well, who have generally been pretty cool.  There is, of course, an exception.  I had been told about this person from others and was actually looking forward to our introduction – apparently this person was another ‘me’, we’d get on like a house on fire!  Boy, was I disappointed! 

I think (hope) that what people meant by our being alike was our role within the group as opposed to our personalities, hence the aversion.  Anyway, I confess to spending a little time bitching and making spiteful (but witty!) comments behind their back at dinner, but this person isn’t going to go away however much I wish it, so I have to not let their presence bother me.  And I’m going to take Oscar’s advice here and save my enmity for one who has the intellect and class to be worthy of it!