A Letter

To the Snob.

I hated you.
I hated you when you looked down on me because my task was menial compared to yours. And the fact that at least this time, you looked 'at' me didnt make a difference.
I hated you when you showed me again and again how superior to me, you were.
I hated you when I looked out of that window, wondering why in the world I took up your offer when the only reason you offered it at all was to feel superior. I wanted to back out so many times. But I didnt.

I still hate you.
I hate the fact that you gave me one word answers when I tried to start the proverbial conversational ball rolling. More than once.
I hate the fact that I felt uncomfortable in your world, while you felt right at ease in mine.
I hate the fact that every time you look at me and smirk your condescending smile, your eyes are mocking me and you're screaming in your head - "LOSER".

All this because I am not or ever will be part of that part of the universe that you think is yours.
I hate you.
I hate myself as well. Because somewhere down in my heart, I know fully well that I admire you. And I cant stand that.