It is either a blessing or a curse that those are rarely likable qualities in a woman. I was being honest (admittedly, without tact), and I was being human.
I also understood that I wasn't being intentionally mean. I was the anomaly as a social outcast, but even from a young age, I understood that when a girl is unlikable, a girl is a problem. I had no idea what it meant to be likable though I was surrounded by generally likable people, or I suppose, I was surrounded by people who were very invested in projecting a likable façade, people who were willing to play by the rules. I had so few friends it didn't really matter how I behaved. Around my junior year, I went from being quiet and withdrawn to being mean where mean was saying exactly what I thought and making sarcastic comments, relentlessly. Or maybe I don't want to remember being mean because I've changed in the 20 years between now and then.
I do remember I was feral in high school, socially awkward, emotionally closed off, completely lost. I do not remember being mean to her, or anyone for that matter. In my high school yearbook there is a note from a girl who wrote, "I like you even though you are very mean." I do not remember the girl who wrote this note.