Not being liked - the destructiveness of a "mental health" clique

 I live in mental health housing, and the fact that the people living here are nutjobs, doesn't preclude me having a need to be on cordial terms with them. A few of them go out of their way to snub me, and for whatever reason, have never liked me or attempted to get along with me. We are talking about older people (perhaps in their late 60's) but they act juvenile in this regard.

The clique of Barb, Ken, and Juliana with Deborah trailing along has been plaguing me since I moved in, since I had made a concerted effort to get along with all of my neighbours. But they don't like me.

Psychologically, how does one react to people not liking them? Avoidance, if it is possible in a broader sense. But in my case, they live just a few feet from me and in their activity pass by me constantly. I have confined to my "unit" most of the time, but it is a real shame there is not a friendlier atmosphere.

The duo, Barb and Ken, have formed a clique that has really gone out of its way to exclude me. Not the clique, but the two of them. Snubbing, ignoring, the works. I consider it passive aggression, obviously, but I have now settled on the idea that they just don't like me.

"Stop worrying," "don't be a baby," you might think, but years of being on the outside of what could be a positive, supportive atmosphere have embittered me and made me think there is no hope.

As children, in a classroom setting, if we deal with people who don't like us, a responsible teacher would mediate or step in, but as adults (even if they act like children), there is no framework to facilitate people being cordial or social with one another. The natural thing to ask if people do not like you is, "is there something wrong me me?". That is the toxic and destructive part of the situation. Because, as evidenced by my having had friends my whole life and being a relatively effective person, there is nothing wrong with me. But the effect of being ostracized from a community really makes you start to wonder. And therein lies the madness of the situation.

I have no choice but to take each day as it comes and endure as best as possible. In the end, it could be a  lesson, could be a gateway to making me a stronger, indefatigable person. But of course, I don't want that as a first priority. I don't need to "grow". I want peace. Moving is impossible, however.