Frosty

So when I was going to get my free travel p[ass today (there are a few advantages to being blind), I met Pete. The conversation went something like this...

Pete: Kate!

Kate: Oh Hello. (Imagine the most frosty unfriendly tone you can and it won't even come close.)

Pete: How are you doing?

Kate: I'm looking for the Merseytravel centre.

Pete: It's over there. (points)

Kate: Thanks. (Turns and walks away without saying goodbbye)


Fact is I don't want to talk to him, I don't want to see him, or be anywhere near him ever again. And after having a really nice day up until that point with Gary and Sam, meeting him well and truly ruined it for me. Instead of having nice happy 'I've had a good day' thoughts in my head, I then had nasty, angry 'I hate him, I wish I'd never met him' thoughts. I'm angry with him, and angry with myself for letting the twisted lying bastard affect me still..

I canjh't deal with this anger anymore. I wish I could wipe all the memories away and just forget that I'd ever met him. He's fucked with my head enough, I don't want to let him do it to me anymore, but I can't seem to help it.