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From time to time in my life I have met people that I found to be unbearable. Not simply annoying or wrong, but so irritating that they felt like an existential menace.
Even today I still feel that there is something wrong with them — that the threat came from them, not from me.
This is silly. There's obviously nothing about some random person that even could present an existential menace to me.
Superficially, logically, these people can not harm me.
Instead I would say that certain people provoke a sort of resonance in me that I find intolerable. The psychic wound is in me, and these people are just causing it to vibrate, as a guitar string vibrates when the same note is played nearby.
And this is not a bad thing, it's great! Because I want to know myself, to shed light on the hidden corners of my psyche. And these people are like beacons saying "I bet there's something interesting in that corner..."
It's self evident that there's nothing I have to fear from these people. I barely know them; they have nothing to do with me.