Fake smiles are painful. And no, they don’t care. As a deeply depressed child I was often asked to smile by the very one who all but beat the life out of me. Fake smiles are painful.
“Fake it till you make it.” This line is repeated over and over in the world of self-help. Pretend to be happy, and one day you will be.
So, along those lines, next time you have a cut that requires stitches, or a serious infection that requires antibiotics, just put a little butter on them, and smile. Nothing else. You’ll get better. Yeah. You’ll get better if you just pretend.
I made a post about this a few days ago : ( my smile is always fake I don’t want to think when was the last time that my smile was real probably when I think of my lil brother and my grandparents that’s it
what really ticks me off is when you have the typically depressed people in a group who probably don’t smile much and are withdrawn, but very often are deeply empathetic and caring on a personal level; and then you have the socialites who act like they’ve never been truly sad a day in their life go around smiling and giggling every godddam moment.
and guess who is the good person you should be more like and who is nasty, selfish person who wont join in with the group? Who do we want to keep and who should we get rid of or exclude?
One thing i’ve learned in life: 95% of the time it’s just about the package. What sounds pleasant. Doesn’t matter why or how. Who do i like to look at? that’s the good person i offer my shallow affections to.
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Fake smiles are painful. And no, they don’t care. As a deeply depressed child I was often asked to smile by the very one who all but beat the life out of me. Fake smiles are painful.
“Fake it till you make it.” This line is repeated over and over in the world of self-help. Pretend to be happy, and one day you will be.
So, along those lines, next time you have a cut that requires stitches, or a serious infection that requires antibiotics, just put a little butter on them, and smile. Nothing else. You’ll get better. Yeah. You’ll get better if you just pretend.
butter? I thought we put garlic on them wounds, you know, to ward off the vampires and such.
the blood will attract them vampires, but the garlic will keep ’em away. Yep.
Butter will only make you more tasty, so don’t do that. 😛
I’m no chef, garlic sounds right though!
but if the skin wasn’t broken I was always told rub dirt on it. Yeah, that will fix it.
You were lucky. You got dirt. With me, it was “Just blow on it.”
I made a post about this a few days ago : ( my smile is always fake I don’t want to think when was the last time that my smile was real probably when I think of my lil brother and my grandparents that’s it
what really ticks me off is when you have the typically depressed people in a group who probably don’t smile much and are withdrawn, but very often are deeply empathetic and caring on a personal level; and then you have the socialites who act like they’ve never been truly sad a day in their life go around smiling and giggling every godddam moment.
and guess who is the good person you should be more like and who is nasty, selfish person who wont join in with the group? Who do we want to keep and who should we get rid of or exclude?
One thing i’ve learned in life: 95% of the time it’s just about the package. What sounds pleasant. Doesn’t matter why or how. Who do i like to look at? that’s the good person i offer my shallow affections to.
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