Personal pet peeve: when a stranger on the street tells me to cheer up and “smile!” because I’m not walking around town with a s**t-eating grin on my face. Usually I actually do scowl and don’t respond, or if I’m in a truly bad mood, I’ll retort that only looney bin escapees walk around smiling to themselves and at leering strangers. But going forward, I am going to calmly explain that I suffer from CBF and then they will feel bad for having insulted someone with a condition that they cannot help. Ha! [Kris Atomic] Keep reading »
