On My Natural Expression

I go through life with a bit of a scowl on my face, it would seem. I am not an angry person, anymore. I used to be quite the sour-puss, with a healthy case of small man’s disease from always beeing the kid on the far end of the front row of the class picture. I got beat up A LOT when I was young because I could not control my temper. As I grew older, I realized that I look pretty serious most of the time, and it made me difficult to approach, so most people didn’t bother. I made a serious effort to change that about six years ago. Those who know me now know that I am anything but grumpy most of the time. I’m pretty outgoing. “Just because you ARE a character doesn’t neccesarily mean that you HAVE character.” In my case, I like to think that’s not true. I am, frankly, a fucking blast.

Anyway, I got asked seven or eight times tonight “Dude, you okay?” because I had my usual serious, thoughtful expression on my face. The reason I don’t walk around all day grinning like an idiot is because I’m not one. The fact that it was the same guy asking me what was wrong with me over and over again about every ten minutes has only served to accomplish one thing.

Now I’m in a bad mood. So leave me alone.