When I
was a child, people used to remark upon my extremely sunny disposition. Or so I
would like to believe.
I have
what I like to call a resting sad face, although it slides into the category of
resting tired face quite frequently. Which occasionally causes people to
exclaim, “what’s wrong?”. Nothing is wrong. It’s just my face.
The
world puts a lot of pressure of individuals to be happy and look at the positive
side of life. What if I don’t want to be happy? What if I want to wallow in a
pit of self-destructive self-pity? There are a lot of articles on the internet
regarding facing your life with a glass half full attitude. Sometimes, one just
needs to say, “I know the glass is half full, but I would rather ignore it for
some time as it is not half full of the liquid of my choice.”