whack-a-mole

you know, even though i'm not a nice person, i'm not evil altogether. i'm absolutely neutral about most people: i have no desire of doing any good to them, due to their irrelevance to me, but i also do not need to grow thorns on their way. for most people i even hope for the best, and would help them if they asked me. there are two exceptions though. one is an old enemy, my former nemesis; someone i would shoot at point-blank range without a second thought, until the gun's magazine was empty. the other is someone that has never done any harm to me - well, she tried, but she failed miserably. she should be among the "irrelevant". she isn't, though; and somehow i despise her, and everything she stands for. i wouldn't shoot her, of course; but sometimes i feel a sudden urge to whack her, to destroy her foundations with a sledgehammer until there's nothing left. don't ask why. she's not even my enemy. she's just someone that happens to have almost everything that i can loathe in a person.