Out of Tune
I once tore a guy's head off for whistling out of tune. Totally lost it, ranted and raved at him, packed my stuff and left for the day. And all he'd done was whistle out of tune.
Here's the thing. Not on my worst day would I lose it on someone for something as trivial as whistling out of tune. Yet that is exactly what happened.
In the hours preceding I was subjected to gut rape at the highest intensity I ever experienced. I was barely hanging on. Whistling out of tune was exactly what was required to get me to snap.
I was powerless to stop myself. I knew right away it was a stitch up. There was nothing I could do.
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