The crazy man who screams things at me when I take out my trash recited a poem to me today. His wild eyes looked straight at me as he said, 

"There is confusion in my head. 

Each day it grows and grows..."

The first two lines stunned me. I can't even the remember the rest of the poem, which was written in perfect alternate rhyming cuplets with multiple verses. I wanted to reach out and shove the words into my pocket. 

I rebuffed a man that was interested in me for the lingering of my kiss and the way his arms felt around my waist. I was brutally honest. I dreamt he longed for my mind, my ideology, my philosophy, and character. Because he wasn't having any of those, I cut him out. He sent me a text message that read, "I am sorry you feel that way. I wish you the best." 

Can you wish someone the worst?