Sometimes, when I’m just standing/sitting/loitering around, minding my own business, someone will come up to me and say “Are you okay?” This happens multiple times a day, even. I’ll just be sitting there, lost in my daydreams about John Cena or Elizabeth Hurley or something of the like and somebody, at some point, will find it necessary to interrupt my mind-masterbation to inquire about my being “okay”. They’ll say I look “sad” or “angry”. They’ll ask if there’s anything bothering me.
YOU’RE BOTHERING ME, YOU GOON!
That’s just what my face looks like! I can’t help it if my natural resting face is one of negative emotional connotation. What does everyone expect me to do? Go around with a dorky smile on my face 24/7 so as to ensure that my personal space remains uninvaded throughout the day? Why should I have to risk my reputation as an upstanding curmudgeon to engage is such unnecessary follies? Such a concept is purely vomit-inducing.
A suave gentleman might say, “Such a pretty (or sometimes they’ll say sexy, depending on how bold they are) girl like you shouldn’t look so sad/angry/distressed,” followed by a wink or a thorough up-down glance. Well, okay, then, Suave Stranger. Let me just head on down to the nearest plastic surgeon and request that a hardy dose of face-stiffening Botox be injected into my face so I can maintain the tiny sliver of privacy the total strangers of the world have left me with. Why can’t I just sit in peace and relax my face muscles after a hard day’s work of scowling and looking fiendish?
For future reference, if you ever see me piddling around and I look as though I’m in distress, STAY WHERE YOU ARE. I’m fine. Everything’s just peachy keen. I am a content curmudgeon and have no need or desire for your chivalrous sunshines and unicorns.
*Chortle chortle*
Aye, personal invasions of those wonderful daydreams, all for a stupidly worded “Are you okay?” I mean, I’d understand if you were a close friend of mine, O Intruder of Mine Bubble, but all you’re after is a morsel of juicy gossip to share with the other jackals!
Rainbows and Unicorns indeed. x)
So very right you are!
Stoics consider destructive emotions to be the result of judgmental errors.
You’re obviously a pessimist. You should be glad that people care about you! The more people ask about you, like how you feel, the more you will be loved. I’d be sorry if I were you, and if you’re super angry at me right now and want to say mean things, keep them to yourself, okay? What I’m saying are no insults, they’re just my personal opinions. Oh and one thing, here’s a question: there is a glass and half of it has water in it. Is the glass half-full or half-empty?
“Are you okay?”