To Chris S.

You made the world a less pleasant place,
on which I had to live.

And now a slight semblance of friendship,
you seem to want to give.

If you didn't still act like such an ass,
perhaps I wouldn't mind.

But it's hard to forget all the years,
you were a wart on my behind.

I met Chris S. in 1st grade.  I don't know why, but he immediately seemed to have something against me.
Maybe he resented my having the same first name as he.  I don't know.
I think I was rid of him in the following grades up to 5th.
His annoyance in junior high was neglegable, but it picked up in high school.
We had a freshman art class together, and he liked to bug me.  But then he bugged a number of people.

During my years, I dealt with such annoying people (not really bullies) by ignoring them.
I'd ignore, and they would eventually leave me alone, but for some reason, he was one I did not ignore as much.
Having the same art class with him probably was a significant factor in that.

Yadda, yadda.  He's the occasional fly for the rest of high school, and then I go to the local college.
He's there, though I might have actually lain eyes on him about three whole times.
One day, I'm waiting for my ride, and he passes by and greets me.
It was not just a passing comment, but it was not trying to turn into chat.  He was trying to be sociable.
I don't recall if I actually said hi back to him, but beyond that possibility, I pretty much ignored him.
It was largely out of habit.  I was not trying to give him the cold shoulder, or anything,
and he had gone too quickly for me to attempt any compensation.

It was a very brief encounter.