You know what I hate?
When people smile at strangers in public.
It is possibly the most awkward moment anyone can create for themselves, I say with a shaking of the fist, and thats a big call, because there are a lot of awkward moments out there waiting to be created. For instance: Rape. Thats but one.
Firstly, (yes I'm paragraphing this thought) its ridiculously uncomfortable if you do it yourself, and get no response or just a confused head nod.
And this makes it particularly awful, because, for me at least, the only time I do participate in the 'random smiling at strangers' thing is when I'm one of those incredibly rare good moods people get in which they voluntarily act retarded to spur themselves on, much like a moving wheel. And then of course the person smiles back but in a way that says, 'why the fuck are you smiling at me, punk? I don't need your smiles. I have friends of my own to smile with. Where are your friends? Huh? I don't see them anywhere. Hiding are they? -sly wink-
And then you're so cut up by being rejected and now having a hugely awkward situation with one random individual, you forget why you were even happy and end up doing something stupid, like walking into a pole or a nearby obese man drinking coffee.
The other awkward half of this situation is when you're the one being smiled at. For me, this comes as such a general shock, I end up having an uncomfortably delayed response in 'smile back' time and end up smiling at someone just as they have walked past, so I end up accidentally smiling at, say, a pole, or a nearby obese man drinking coffee.
You know what keeps me up at night? This shit.
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