Just Give Me a Brown Paper Bag

It's so true that some things are really a blessing and a curse. Like the fact that I cannot fake or hide my emotions.

I can't pretend to be happy or sad. I can't pretend to like someone I don't. My face always shows exactly how I'm feeling, no matter how hard I try. Which is a blessing because when I'm happy, I'm REALLY happy about something and people genuinely know it. But also when I feel disappointed in someone or something, they genuinely know it, even if I don't want them to.

Generally I really get along with most people. I can count on one hand the number of people I don't get along with. But this last week, I saw way too many of those people that I count on that one hand. And it was exhausting. Even though my feelings are written all over my face when I am around them, I still tried to not let it show. I tried to be cordial. How do people have the energy to be fake? It's taken me 3 days of recovery to get over my encounters last week! And I couldn't even be fake!

I want to be a nice person. I want to be a friend to all. I want to lift people up around me. I want my facial expressions to not make people feel bad.

So I'll just be over here hiding my face under a brown paper bag...