I dislike being misunderstood and misjudged. I hate it when people project into me thoughts and motives and feelings that aren't mine—that don't do justice to my real thoughts and motives and feelings. Especially people who should know me better.
I also hate being praised and complimented when I don't deserve it—as if my fragile ego needs special boosting.
I wish others would interact honestly with the actual me, rather than gingerly with an image or projection of their own creation.
More and more I'm struck by the dearth of truth in human relations. I understand why unbelievers think it's kinder to deal in illusions. I don't understand how Christians can.