I don't smile.

[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.

Comments

[meteorie.livejournal.com]

People do that to me all the time. I don't find it that annoying, well, I don't yell at anyone about it n.n; today, I was walking around at school when a teacher I'd never seen before walked up to me and said "You know, it's Friday, and school's almost out! Why aren't you smiling?" I just said I would. But that's just the way I am, I don't like the idea of walking around and grinning like a moron all the time.

[conuly]

Well, we all have different tolerance levels. After several years of this, my tolerance for that is minimal, at best.