Mood Piece February 27 2018

She couldn’t stand him. It depended on the day what specifically she hated most; some days it was how he dressed and moved, others it was that smug and self-assured way he said everything. Whatever the particular that had dug its claws into her brain, her disgust could have peeled the paint off a jet fighter. How was it no one had called him out on any of his nonsense before? How could other people stand to be around him? It was like every word out of his mouth was crafted specifically to annoy and nauseate. Christ, even his car managed to piss her off; some sickly blue-green sedan complete with some ridiculous trinket hanging from the mirror. Honestly, she wasn’t sure she could make a single list of all the things she hated about him if she tried. Of all his awful traits though, the one she hated most was how he never gave her the chance to tell him exactly how she felt. That was the one that really drove her mad.