yes, hi, mother, hello.
Bad things do, in fact, happen to me. If you invited me to complain about anything I wanted, I would have to sit in stony silence for an hour to figure out where to start. Life is not always sunshine and kittens and unicorn farts; I don't think you realize I grew out of this mindset before I was eleven. I'm sorry that you feel I'm too optimistic, naive, emotionally numb: that is, I'm not sorry for actually being that way, just that you mind. I promise you that I do get sad occasionally, and that life in Jubiland is not always that swell.
(I'm sorry, did you like my sulky emo stage? There really was a period in my life where I literally tucked myself away in corners and stared at shadows. I was under the impression that my one-word responses and dismissals of the feelings of anyone other than myself were barely tolerated by you, and rightly so.)
But -- and I wish I could really say this to you, and not have to seal my lips and nod and placate you with empty words instead -- these bad experiences do not define me.
PS: WHATEVER
Me: I'm upset.
Jabberwocky: No you are not, you have no feelings whatsoever.
(I'm sorry, did you like my sulky emo stage? There really was a period in my life where I literally tucked myself away in corners and stared at shadows. I was under the impression that my one-word responses and dismissals of the feelings of anyone other than myself were barely tolerated by you, and rightly so.)
But -- and I wish I could really say this to you, and not have to seal my lips and nod and placate you with empty words instead -- these bad experiences do not define me.
PS: WHATEVER
Me: I'm upset.
Jabberwocky: No you are not, you have no feelings whatsoever.