I'm just trying to be efficient and responsible, people. I know it's "not a race." Stop harshing my gig. And being forced to have conversations is making me irritable, so could that stop too
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Sometimes, when I'm out and about and in a fine mood, just thinking about stuff, some random person, usually a man, will tell me to smile, as if that order will instantly make me happy, and as if I'm not perfectly happy as it is. I'm just focused, and not smiling wildly. I've seen my face. I don't look mean or bad-tempered as far as I know. I'm just BEING, you know?
It's not a race. Smile. Like they have any idea what's going on in our heads.
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It's not a race. Smile. Like they have any idea what's going on in our heads.
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