#3. The Natural Bridge

She yells at me. 

I groan inwardly, 

“What the f*ck have I done to displease her now?!” I think,

and walk towards the sound of her voice,

saying unruly things about me,

about my work,

about the way I talk,

about the way I eat,

about the way I dress,

about my friends,

about the way I’m leading my life,

about me.

I turn around,

and leave.  

Ugh. One unpleasant moment can ruin your perfectly good day.