Ever see them?
Walking down the street, smiling away to themselves.
Sure, I’ve smirked to myself momentarily in public over a sight or a private thought, recollection or scathing personal judgment, but I’m talking about the ones who grin away as though listening to some delightfully amusing conversation for a minute at a time.
Maybe they can read minds.
Are they mocking me? Maybe they’re grimacing. Why?!
What do they want from me?
…too much of this I reckon:
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September 4, 2008 at 4:31 pm |
They say that if you smile.. even a fake smile you can fool your brain into thinking you are happy and releasing the happy hormones….
But apart from that.. yes we are smiling because we are mocking you..
It is all part of the master plan!
September 4, 2008 at 4:42 pm |
Fake smile = release of happy hormones you say?
People are idiots, spending all that money on drink and drugs and chocolate and films and nice days out in the park and holidays and beach towels and that.
Sure, all we have to do is fake smile.
Sorted.
September 5, 2008 at 1:52 am |
I sometimes laugh spontaneously from stuff I think about. People ask, “What are you laughing about?” I say, “Nothing. Doesn’t matter.” They persist, “No, what are you laughing about?” Then I explain what I’m laughing about and they say, “Weird.”
I generally don’t know if they’re saying “weird” because I was laughing spontaneously, or because of what I was laughing about.
September 5, 2008 at 9:43 am |
Weird…
September 5, 2008 at 9:46 am |
It’s probably a combination t.
The norm is something like the ability to tickle yourself – you shouldn’t be able to make yourself laugh out loud.
Maybe.
September 5, 2008 at 12:59 pm |
mentalers, they have to be mentalers. Laughing at the facts of their complete and utter insanity. Thank god for mental illness. That’s what they say.
September 5, 2008 at 1:15 pm |
I tend to think of us all as freaks, in our own freaky ways.
Ooh stop it! (to myself) That tickles!