And that's it! That's why I loath this person and have in the best of times, only tolerated them. They think they are just lovely when in reality they are the most annoying and offensive person whose company I've ever had to endure.
Just the mere thought of this person puts a kink in my neck and a pit in my stomach.
More so, the fact that this creature of a person can manipulate me into this state makes the whole situation even worse. Why do I allow it? This person means less than nothing to me, but their presence is enough to raise my blood pressure. Where the Hell is my switch for turning off my bubbling emotions?
I've said this before. Saying it again now will not be the last time. I believe that my life would be vastly easier if I drank.
I think therein lies my missing switch.