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Originally Posted by amber
That comment is the bane of my existence and just reading it sends me into a rage - imagine how I feel when people say it to me. And I must have heard it 4-5000 times by now.  |
Yep. I like to think when I am walking, and sometimes what I am thinking makes me smile, and sometimes it makes me frown. I am happy to smile at someone who smiles at me (if they aren't creepy) but I don't think it's like, my reponsibility or something.
Once I got into a yelling match with a teenage hippie on Haight st, 1987. He just picked the wrong day: I was living on $5 a week for food, in a sublet just off the Haight, trying to find a job, and figure out how to stay in SF, oh yes, and my car had just been towed. So, he said, "smile" and I kept walking, and then I swung around, and asked him how many men he had commanded to "smile" that morning. I told him he wasn't being very helpful, and why didn't he tell me something funny if he wanted me to smile.
It kind of shook him out of his happy-go-lucky smoke-a-doob, dance-to-Jerry, hold-a-puppy mode. So, then he called me a Bitch, and he told me I needed to get laid more. (At that point in my life he couldn't have been more wrong, "getting laid" was not the problem) ;^) I really bummed him out. Oh well. [grumble grumble, bah humbug] that'll teach 'em.