Yes I admit it, I’m an optimist. Pollyanna’s a very good buddy. (See Feb 8 post about Pollyanna). We took tap dancing together.
What I mean is I’m USUALLY a somewhat cheery person. But not always. Take this morning, for example. I underwent a fairly unpleasant medical procedure. (I’m a big baby when it comes to anything that hurts at a .5 or higher on a 1-10 pain level.)
Here I am in the waiting room, reading:
Finally I was called back to the procedure room but had to wait quite a while. The doctor was running behind. I got bored and started playing with the IPhone’s reverse camera capability:
I looked at these pictures, grimaced at their muted and otherworldly haziness, realized I wasn’t smiling–and started to delete them.
Then it hit me.
Get real, Neal. It’s okay not to smile. It’s okay to be muted and hazy.