Yak, as in puke, not be a yak.
There are days where I often find myself thinking, “God, I hate everyone.” Living in New York has made me incredibly stressed out and anxious, and I am frequently presented with the opportunity and strong desire to scream, “Would you fucking move?!” at complete strangers, or, the urge to just shove them down stairs or into traffic. Yes I realize this is abnormally violent impulse to feel whilst on my way to the Greenmarket or shopping in Forever 21, but I swear to God, both these places make me feel unbearably homocidal. So one might think, if I have such loathing for complete strangers, how must I react to people I’ve actually spoken to and developed a real, legitimate (to me) distaste for? In an ideal scenario, once I’ve decided I dislike a person I would just never see, speak to, or think of them again, hence, problem solved. But life is not perfect, and I am often confronted with people I can’t stand in unyielding situations where I am forced to make pleasantries and save my toxic abhorrence for third parties at a later date.
