Facial Features

Besides when people do things that annoy me, and I feel the need to tell you why I'm mad, son, I love being happy. For someone who gets upset easily, you would be surprised how happy I can be. For instance, when a great song plays on the radio, I get ecstatic (do you remember that song "Superwoman" by Karyn White?!- CLASSIC! I heard that the other day and I am sure the person driving along side me got a concert.). When I see money on the floor, I get besides myself with joy and am especially elated while driving down the street and noticing that gas has gone down a few cents. If you have ever been on the phone with me while I was driving home, you know this to be true! I have received a few complaints lately that my inner joy does not show outwardly and apparently, that is a problem.

Here's why I'm mad:

I went to church yesterday and while talking to my favorite Pastor, PT, he told me I always look so mean, to which I responded, "don't worry about it. I have a lot of joy in my heart". PT quickly replied, "well it doesn't show on your face". My mother, who was standing not too far off, got a kick out of that comment and began laughing hysterically (I must admit, it was a pretty good comeback). Later on that evening, my mother commenced to lecture me on my facial expressions, or lack thereof.

When I am in certain places, like church, the train, the street, etc., I keep my facial expressions to a minimum. Have you ever seen someone laugh on the train to themselves and thought they were completely bizarre? Maybe downright crazy? I have and I will be darned if that person will one day be me. I do not see the need for me to walk around with a smile frozen on my face in order to make you feel better about yourself. My arms are not crossed, my lips are not pouty, and my eyebrows are not furrowed. If any of those things occur, then it is obvious that I am not pleased. However, devoid of all those tell tale signs, you can assume that I am in a good mood or at the bare minimum, I am content.

Also, I have come to realize that my serious face, as I like to call it, keeps the crazies, stalkers, and annoying men away, amongst other things. If I look like I do not want to be bothered, then people will not bother me, but if I have a pleasant disposition, people are going to think it is okay to talk to me. I cannot stand walking down the street and men are trying to holla at me, just because I decided to have a pleasant countenance. OR better yet, those people who are always trying to get money for the cause du jour. Looking mean not only keeps annoying people away, but it also keeps money in my pocket and saves me time!

Conversely, if I am expressing some sort of joy, people always want to know why am I so happy, as if one needs a reason. And if there is one, maybe, just maybe it is none of your business. If I feel the need to express to you why I am so happy, you will not need to ask. I will tell you.