For the first time, I'm really mad at you.

My whole life, I never cared about getting anyone to like me. It wasn't even on my radar.

For the 4+ years that we've been working together, I've never expressed a desire to have anyone like me. It wasn't even something I'd even thought about before, let alone considered possible.

So I thought you'd make my sadness about my yoga instructor into something positive and revelatory.

Instead, you shamed me by saying I need to be careful about turning into a narcissist.

A narcissist? Really? I tell you that I was disappointed that she didn't do something that she said she was going to do, and this makes me a narcissist?

I don't want anyone to like me any more, then. I'll go back to being the perfectly contented schizoid, black soul and all. Better than being a narcissist, right?

Maybe you made a mistake in using that word. Maybe, to borrow a phrase, you spoke "inelegantly". But I'm all twisted up about it. I don't know what to do with my feelings. Should I tell you about them or swallow them? Thanks a lot for making crazy!

And I hate you for not understanding my not wanting to go back to yoga and making me get upset by having to explain myself for the eleventy-billionth time.

I'm so angry at you. I wish I was with you right now so I could punch you in your face.