Of those people who are not consistently nice

I have some thoughts on that

You walk in to that nice little pub, you see Greet there, with whom you had such a nice chat last week (Greet is a fictional person), you say a bit too cheerfully goodbye (because hey, it was quite pleasant) and you get a cowardly raised hand and a silly smile back or you only get the empty, blank stare. That confuses me. Was Greet perhaps not there last week when I had such a laughing, joking, roaring evening with her? Does Greet have a twin sister? Oh, could Greet be suffering from short-term memory loss? No, Greet is the kind of person who is not consistently nice and interested in you. And I have some thoughts on those people.

Because why? Why would you one time act like someone is the greatest asset in your life and the next time be so cold, so distant? I find nothing useful in this, I can't seem to understand it. Unless you have a twisted agenda and only act nice when it suits you. Then I am suddenly grateful to Greet for the cowardly hand, because that can be made clear right away. Although I always feel a bit disappointed and somewhat disheartened in humanity that this type exists. And that I let myself be fooled is actually the most shocking to me. I always accuse myself of having a little bit of people knowledge, except when it comes to this kind. I don't see them coming, but I have discovered one advantage to that: it's because I'm not like that myself.

I turned to our house psychologist (drs. Tessa Heinhuis) to gain some clarity about the fickle creature. But psychology immediately talks about split personalities or schizotypal personality disorders. And as tempting as it seems to burden them with that and how interesting I find it, I am not like that either. The character of this creature is just less well put together. And no matter how rude I find it at that moment, in the end, Greet is the unfortunate one and you are a sincere person (more adjectives and it would become unbelievable). You have much more to gain from that. So if I accidentally walk past you; I don't do this on purpose, we are probably in the supermarket or I am in daydream mode (because yes, I possess that).