My face just looks this way.I am never thrilled to be in the grocery store.
So please stop making sarcastic comments.
And also stop asking if I am all right.
I am fine.
I just want to check out with my boston baked beans.
Here are the faces I am capable of making to prove that I can.
The general public, especially those in the service/retail industry
feel the need to tell me I look sad, or ask what is the matter.
If I told them everything that was the matter they would most likely lose interest, but ultimately go home only to be plagued by the dark horrors I have seeded in their minds.
Everything is the matter.
And it is all the time.
