Henry -I’ve changed my name to that of a literary great so that people wouldn’t immediately associate me with my father whom had just hired me- James.

Specific title I know, but very apt.


Obviously this is a story of an exchange between myself and a boy I didn’t very much like. For the purposes of this post we shall call him Henry… Because that’s his name.

Why I didn’t like this boy is not entirely clear. Was it his mispronouncing of my name, or maybe his eye rolling judgment at my ‘lack’ of official training in my chosen profession? Whatever the reason, the minute I laid eyes on him he irked me.

How to deal with such distaste?We didn’t move in the same social circles so I couldn’t spread vicious (but I’m sure accurate) details of his sexual history, nor could I vent to any friends, they didn’t know him so why should they care.

Now a friend of mine was telling me of how she had taken a particular disliking to a girl named Helen, now instead of shouting expletives into the ether during moments of pure unadulterated rage she began cursing dear old Helen’s name.

Hateful? Petty? Perhaps, but extremely satisfying nonetheless. So now I’ve found instead of a simple outburst of curses gone by, I simply relieve my hatred and exclaim “DAMN IT HENRY!”


I URGE YOU ALL to implement your dislike of something or someone into all of your exasperated cries of despair. If you’re at  a loss, use mine… I’m sure he won’t mind.