People are the worst.
Okay, I don’t really mean that. I love people. I really do. But some days (like today), it just really feels like people are the worst, everything hurts, and I’m dying.
I was just walking down the hallway at work (apparently looking dejected), and some young man (stranger danger!) called out to me in an overly perky voice: “Cheer up! Life ain’t so bad!”
Do I know you? No.
Was I talking to you? No.
Do you know anything that’s going on in my life? No.
Do you actually know that anything is wrong? Do you know that this isn’t just how my face looks?!?! The answer is still NO!
I just moaned at him. Like a dying person. Or a whale. Or a dying whale.
It was a beautiful sound. And although I didn’t win any Academy Awards for it, at least I didn’t make any new friendships.