Have you ever met someone who really rubs you the wrong way? Like chalk on a blackboard, or like underwear that somehow manages to slip off the outer edges of your butt and crawl right up your, you know what. No matter how many times you try to avoid the unpleasant contact, you invariably get your knickers in a knot every time your paths cross.
This person is like that fly persistently buzzing around your face. All the swatting only gets you more worked up, defenseless and way more pissed off. That little sucker repeatedly swoops in and zips out and then right back in just when you think you’ve avoided the worst of her wrath.
You may actually try and tolerate the provocateur. You may remind yourself that the relationship is actually quite necessary. You may even acknowledge that your palpable discomfort only makes the encounter more unbearable.
But let’s be real. None of this useless rationalization for adjusting your mindset towards this this person changes the crystal clear fact that all you want to do is run in the opposite direction whenever you get a whiff of her annoying scent. Kind of like a hound dog hot on the trail of its prey. Except you’re the hunted and there’s no way out.
There I was stuck in a chair in the center of the room. My back was turned and I was slightly reclined. Suddenly like a cat on a defenseless mouse, she was all over me. She was in my face, invading my personal space and there was no graceful exit. Next she started a one sided conversation and all I could do was nod and gurgle an inarticulate response to her friendly banter.
Before I could grudgingly thank her for her time, because after all this is a love hate relationship, she slipped out the door smoother than the easy glide dental floss that she gave me as parting gift. .
Fortunately she’s moved on to her next victim. What a relief, my darling dentist is out of my life for another six months.