Failing to Make A Friend

HAROLD DIED. This gladdened me for two reasons;  he often said he was waiting for the lord to return, and now his wait is over. And I will no longer have to endure his hateful glaring at me at the senior center. Harold said that all Democrats go to hell. He was a strong Trump supporter, thought Trump was a good president, and was willing to argue about it. Maybe the election broke his heart, and it failed. Nobody, to my knowledge ever hated me the way Harold hated me. I never knew why. From the first moment I walked into the senior center to join he glared, growled, and frowned at me, but never spoke to me, not in five years. I decided to try to win him over. I spent five years volunteering in the kitchen, cooking Harold's lunch, serving it to him, washing his dishes, offering to bring him coffee, anything I could do. It never worked. Not one thank you or kiss my ass from Harold. As the years passed, i grew tired of his rudeness, his coldness, and grew to despise him. Twice he cost me a job at the senior center, by complaining to the director that he would not ride in a bus driven by me, nor would he accept food from me because I did not wash my hands after using the restroom. It was a lie. He wanted to destroy me, he hated me so much. i just kept serving him, and hoping, in vain. He was cold and unfriendly to everyone. Each day  in a crowded room he ate lunch alone, while the rest of us gathered together at tables. He was, from what I could tell, a very lonely, unhappy man, who lived alone in a tiny house near the senior center. I hope Harold is right, that he, as he often said, had a 'one way ticket to heaven", and is there now, and that I am wrong about this eternal destiny. I wish my extended to catch a fly with honey had worked, and that we had become cordial, if not friends. He alone prevented that from happening, by choice.I suspect that he found out that I am a democratic socialist and a non Christian, a pantheist, and that turned him against me from the start. God, what a reason to hate someone, to be so terribly cold and hateful. Harold, like many other fundamentalist Christians I have known, was hateful about non Christians, judgmental and condemned than to hell, rather then letting god do it, or not do it. He,like many evangelical Christians, loved Trump, which to me is the opposite of a Christian attitude. Yes, I ended up despising Harold, and I still do, I will always despise his memory. But that's my"'problem". As time passes, it will be easier to despise him less, and the time will come when I no longer despise him at all. Wherever he is, I hope he is happier than he was here on Earth with the rest of us. Harold often told other people that I would spend eternity in hell. If so, maybe I'll see him again. If so, we will probably have nothing to say to each other, and I'll be damned f I'll cook his lunch or wash his dishes for him.