Does not Faber touch upon this point, when he says: 

   “The discord is within which jars
     So roughly in life’s song;
   ’Tis we ourselves who are at fault
     When others seem so wrong,”

We blame others for being uncongenial When the “discord is within,” that makes all things go awry.  A drunken man sees the whole world go around, and blames it, for its unsteadiness.

One way to render less obtrusive an inharmonious color, if we possess such is to keep it out of a strong light that will attract all eyes to it.  Do not let us be proud of our personal defects and peculiarities.  They are subjects for regret, not pride.  When a woman boasts that she “knows she is often impatient, but she simply cannot help it, she is so peculiarly constituted!” she acknowledges a weakness of which she should be ashamed.  If she is so undisciplined, so untrained, that she cannot avoid making life uncomfortable for those around her, she would better stay in a room by herself until she learns self-control.  Often the very eccentricities of character to which we cling so tenaciously are but forms of vanity.  Why should our preferences, our likes or dislikes be of more account than those of thousands of other people?

Another great mistake we make is that we try the effect of other colors with our own, and resent it hotly if they do not “go well together.”  We do not insist that they shall be like ours in tint, but they must act as good backgrounds, or form pleasing combinations with ours, or we will none of them.  Now it is quite possible for human beings to hold contrary views from those entertained by you and me, and still be excellent members of society and reputable Christians.  To many of us this seems incredible, but it is none the less true.  Not only are individual characters different, but environment and education make us what we are.  Very often a person who is uncongenial to us, will, in the surroundings to which she is fitted, be at ease, and perhaps even attractive.

I do not say that we must like everybody.  That is a physical, mental and moral impossibility.  But we may do others the justice of seeing their good traits as well as the bad.  And sometimes when we find a chance acquaintance drearily uninteresting, it is because we do not take the trouble to find out what is in her.

Some people are always bored.  May it not be because they look at everything animate and inanimate from a selfish standpoint, with the query in their minds, “How does that affect me?” The old definition of a bore as “a person who talks so much of himself that he gives you no chance to talk of yourself,” may apply not only to the bore, but to the bored.  When you find yourself wearied and uninterested, be honest enough to examine yourself calmly, and see if the reason is not because your vis-a-vis is not talking about anything which interests you especially.  Should he turn the conversation upon your favorite occupation or pastime, or even upon your personal likes and dislikes (which, by the way, might be an infinite bore to him), would he not at once become entertaining?