It took until my mid-twenties to learn that likability is a question of compatibility, not a question of identity. It took another few years to learn that what makes me less compatible with some people, and more compatible with others, is a beautiful neurotype that I would never want to lose. I now believe that there is no such thing as “being likable” or “being unlikable.” If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, then likability is in the mind of the liker.
