People I Don't Like

I'm about to sit down with someone I don't like and do something that I really don't do well at all: play nice and smile.

Usually, when I don't like you, you know that I don't like you. I'm not going to smile in your face and be a backstabber. You will have no doubt that I think you are ridiculously petty, conniving, arrogant, self-centered, self-absorbed bitch.

Today, I'm going to focus on the fact that this person, despite all this, has really pretty brown hair. Yes, I think that's something nice I can think about.

I'm going to listen and smile when this person goes on an on about how brilliant her theories are and tries to ask pseudo-challenging questions and tries to ask questions that are only thought-provoking to a gerbil.

Ah, I need Divine Intervention. I need redemption. I need prayer. If someone out there would like to pray for my soul tonight, please do.


I hate pretending to like people I don't like.

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