Naught But Ashes in Their Mouths

Ashes

I cannot stand people who refuse to ask for help, but mope around, bitter and blaming, who openly destroy their lives day by day, year by year, in an attempt compel someone to help them.

These people are toxic waste: never a kind a word, never a smile, always blasting somebody or something. They offer no counsel only rage, never laugh or evoke laughter from others, or ever bring out the best in someone.

Joyless and dry.

They are particularly vexing, especially when they share the letters of your last name.