Gemotions

He felt a dull ache in his jaw, a constant reminder of the day's frustrations. The silence of the apartment felt oppressive. He found the list taped to the fridge, a bright explosion of color in the otherwise muted space.

He stood there, staring at the list. "Visit Iceland." He frowned. "See a Broadway show." He bit back a retort. It was all so… aspirational.

He ripped the paper from the fridge, the sound sharp and aggressive. The whole thing seemed like a carefully constructed attempt to make him feel bad about himself. He didn't like it one bit.