Quick little rant for you this morning:
One of my biggest pet peeves is when I’m standing in line or waiting somewhere and some random man has the nerve to say “Smile sweetheart” or “Why do you look so angry?”
First of all sir, no. Just no. Did it ever occur to you that I don’t want to smile, that I don’t feel like it. Maybe I’m having a bad day, did you think about that? What makes you think that I have to be happy and bubbly all the time?
I don’t have to smile. If you think I look angry well that’s probably because I have resting bitch face and also because I don’t give a damn how that affects you.
More importantly, stop fucking telling me what to do. I don’t have to obey you, I don’t have to entertain you. So, get out of my face and leave me alone.