to like, or not to like, that is the question

Forgive me, Mr. Shakespeare, for my inelegant theft of one of your most famous lines. But, you see, there is this girl I know and she just doesn't like me. I don't know why. It's not that I want to be great friends or anything, but it is rather frustrating. I would like to know why she doesn't like me; I haven't done anything...that I know about. I annoy her, I can tell. It's bothered me for a while, but today I realized that sometimes there is no reason why one person has a particular like, or dislike, for another. It's funny, I thought that something like this would really bother me, and not so long ago, I think it would have. It's unfortunate, because we come into regular contact, but we're polite, and I suppose that that's just the way it'll have to be. I don't know what it is that I do that annoys her so; I've extended the hand of civility; there's nothing else for me to do.

Of course, now that I don't care, our relations will improve. Isn't that the secret to how such things work?