and shut up about it already.
OK, seriously? For the last time? People at the social places I go? I am NOT SAD. I am NOT DEPRESSED. Stop asking me what’s wrong, there’s nothing wrong, my FACE JUST LOOKS LIKE THAT.
My neutral expression = frown/sad face. If I am thinking about something and not talking/drinking, I am going to be frowning. My mouth naturally turns down at the corners, it’s doing it right now. Consider it a birth defect, whatever. I also tend to like to lurk in dark corners, people watching. Unless you see the razor out, I am not planning to sit over there in the dark using my wrists for cutting boards.
Here is an actual sad face, for reference
I accept that you think I ought to be sad. But I’m actually not. Sometimes I just want to sit on my own and watch what’s happening, rather than participate. It’s called introversion, and i know it makes you uncomfortable. Get over it.
Introversion isn’t always the same as anti-socialism. Introverts are social in a different way. It’s not a wrong way, it’s just a different way.
And really, stop asking me why I am sad, because you’re making me paranoid.
In any case, even if there WERE something wrong with me, “Hey girl, you need to come play some darts with me and my strange group of shady looking friends you never met before, won’t that be fun?” Isn’t going to be the solution. I don’t even like darts.
In other news, I actually had a pretty good time last night, everyone was relatively nice and the whole place felt gezellig. I didn’t realize that everybody in the world had a birthday in December, but it seemed like everyone at the bar was celebrating their b-day last night. I was able to get there early enough to buy a round for the whole bar in celebration of my raise without bankrupting myself (although I skipped buying one for that pinball playing guy who was there in the corner because I can tell he doesn’t want to talk to anyone. So there. See how it’s done?) I was pleasant to all my secret nemeses, and ignored completely my non-secret nemesis, because I really wish he would fall into a vat of mixed petrochemicals, and I refuse to pretend otherwise.
Today = errand running with MyTodd™ and maybe the craft show at Mad Art? Then this crazy bacon party tonight, and I still don’t know what to bring.
I think I might just paint a big fucking joker smile across my face though, so people will stop asking me what’s wrong with me. They’ll be too scared.
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My ex-ex girlfriend used to moan at me that I didn’t smile enough when we were at large social gatherings. My ex-girlfriend told me once when I was singing at a karaoke bar that I wasn’t smiling enough – IT WAS A SAD SONG AND I CAN@T SMILE AND SING AT THE SAME TIME.
It’s something that really annoys me – some people think you should go through life looking like The Joker from Batman.
I had once incident a fair few years ago. I was in town on a Saturday afternoon doing a little shopping for books/DVD’s etc. Walking to the next shop and some random guy walking towards me said, “Bloody hell, cheer up and smile mate it might never happen.”
I instantly went from happy-on-the-inside to raging mentalist and told him, “What the f*** has it got to do with you s***head?” He didn’t stick around for me to say more. Strange how people want to stick their nose in your business and then suddenly change their minds.
I’m a lot more controlled on the outside these days, but it still pisses me off when people feel a need to impose their stupid idiot grins on everyone else.
I’ve heard that apparently in Russia they are suspicious of people who smile all the time – a viewpoint I can relate to. Just look at Tony Blair and what a sneaky b*****d he was underneath that smile.
OMG – I’ve just seen the last line of your post and you thought of The Joker too.
http://www.despair.com/indifference.html