Just taking a moment out of research to profess, once again, my disdain for the command to 'smile!'
Here I am, working hard, concentrating, deep in freaking thought. A co-worker walks by, says Good Morning, Rebecca! How are you?
Busy, I answer, hoping to dissuade her from further conversation.
Well, so am I, she replies as she flashes me a deliberate grin, but at least I can smile!
Here's the thing: when I am in a good mood, I smile all of the time. People for miles remark on my smile and its welcome. Children cry to be near me, just to absorb some of my dental glow.
So fuck off, co-worker, because I smile enough to collect, save, and trade off for days when I am lost in thought and don't have time to pick my head up and beam at your passing.
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