Geraspelt - Grated

Nothing has quite grated on my nerves more over the last few months than couples in public. They’re everywhere, and they’re not leaving any time soon. Ambling along at a snail’s pace, arm-in-arm, staring blissfully into each other eyes and other prominent bodily features. Stopping every ten seconds to exchange saliva right in front of my face, giggling about their sad, pathetic, lonely single friend, who they just have to set up with their other equally pathetic lonely, single friend. I know all their moves and little nuances, I know how they think and what they’re feeling. I used to be one. Well, a semi-one. The public displays of affection were never my thing, besides the hand-holding and occasional kiss. There’s a chance that’s where it went wrong. Perhaps the guys in these couples I’ve recently come to despise understand that this is what they must do to keep their ladies from straying. They could have been at the stage I am right now a few months before. Inside, behind the grinning and odious public groping, they could be just as fucking embarrassed as me, but scared to death to act any less despicably. Still, I’m not sure I could do it. I hate to make people feel uncomfortable, and the thought of making someone as embittered as I am every time I see a strutting, gleeful pair of lovebirds makes me feel sick.