I don't smile.
May. 21st, 2004 07:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
conuly
Well, of course, I *do* smile, often, but not all the time. However, despite this, I am generally quite happy. I am NOT happy when people stop me in the street to tell me I should smile, it's a beautiful day, and ask me why I'm not happy.
I could've said "well, I was happy until some moron, YOU, decided to harass me. I don't think my mental state is any business for strangers."
I could've acted upset, and started crying about how terrible it was that people kept reminding me of my dear departed aunt/friend/goldfish/tv show, or that I didn't talk about my deadly, incurable illness.
Alas, I was neither this eloquent nor this creative. Nor was I content to just ignore him, which is what I usually do in situations like this. Instead, my response was "MY MOOD IS NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS, SO SHUT UP!"
Well, it made the point, I hope. He's lucky I didn't shove him into the traffic.
I could've said "well, I was happy until some moron, YOU, decided to harass me. I don't think my mental state is any business for strangers."
I could've acted upset, and started crying about how terrible it was that people kept reminding me of my dear departed aunt/friend/goldfish/tv show, or that I didn't talk about my deadly, incurable illness.
Alas, I was neither this eloquent nor this creative. Nor was I content to just ignore him, which is what I usually do in situations like this. Instead, my response was "MY MOOD IS NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS, SO SHUT UP!"
Well, it made the point, I hope. He's lucky I didn't shove him into the traffic.
