People come up to me all of the time & say "Smile" & I don't know why they say it. I know that I'm not usually grinning like a possum eating briars, but why can't I remain emotionless if I want to? Why do people insist that I smile if I'm not happy? I feel like I'd look as if I was retarded or people would think I'm high on acid if I sat around smiling like an idiot all of the time. If you've got a mouthful of rotten teeth or a mouthful of Skoal or Copenhagen or if your teeth are entirely too big for your mouth, please DO NOT even attempt to make me smile because chances are, I don't even want to talk to you anyway but am decent enough not to say to you "Your teeth make me gag."
You know, if you feel as if you need to make me smile then do something about it. Entertain me is some kind of way (like my old friends used to before I was dumped on the side of road on the freeway of life with no cigarettes). Come over to my house and do much needed home repairs at your expense...that would really make me laugh out loud. Send me on an all expenses paid vacation to the South Pacific, fuck Mexico and the Carribean. Pay for my children's college education.
Life has not been an easy path for me and I've had to deal with some hardships that many of you could not possibly understand. Try raising a young boy to be a man alone when his dad is dead and you've got no father of your own for guidance since he's dead also and there are no male figures in your life to speak of. Try raising kids on a little bitty social security check & a woman's salary with no education. You think you've got it tough. I bet there's not a man out there that wouldn't cave in from the pressure and crawl back home to mama for help. Try being me for 6 months & you'll know exactly why I don't feel like smiling.
Next time you ask someone to fucking "SMILE" think about their situation first before you automatically assume that they need you to make them smile. Maybe they don't want to...maybe they can't.
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Guess what happened tonight? Someone told me and my sister to smile. Where the fuck were they when I was singing along with the music and standing in my chair drinking ice cold Lone Star?
I forgot to add that I've heard that it takes more muscles in your face to frown than smile. Wouldn't frowning then be a form of exercise?
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