I wouldn’t answer yes to that, but then I’d be biased because I believe I am a damn pleasure. Ha. But as I read about perimenopause and middle aged grumpy men more and more I wonder if I too suffer from such an affliction? I feel as though with all of my hobbies, and the freedom that comes with freelance work I am a pretty happy guy. My guts get rankled every now and again by Crohn’s but I don’t think I get ugly about it personality wise. I tend to want to just stay home, nearby an empty bathroom, rather than temp fate to go out with friends and/or family. I like working alone so I don’t feel like being isolated during the day makes me act like a bit of a shit when I do see other people. I’m not as social as I once was, but I don’t think I am cruel, or miserable because of it. I no longer HAVE to interact with numerous strangers every day, since I do not commute anymore, so I just don’t interact with strangers all that much. What you could expect from me; a tight lipped smile, a nod, a half wave that starts with the thumb up close to my body, and ending with the thumb tip facing forward (that’s the full range of a half wave, all one direction, in one fluid motion). Maybe a puffy to the cheeks smile that doesn’t ever reach the eyes, and shows no teeth, and is very brief, with no audible component. All very minor, non threatening, and noncommittal. I don’t think that makes me a grump. Other people might disagree with that. Although, I’m rarely effusive with my greetings and banter, so maybe I come across as aloof, or detached? But not grumpy. Tired? Certainly, but I don’t believe I have a bad outward facing attitude.
A little Thursday morning introspection for you, huh? Take a look in the mirror and take a quick stock of whatever is playing across your face. A touch of the RBF as it were. That being “Resting Bitch Face” or however you refer to it. Something else to ponder while the world burns down around us, am I right?
I have a list of work items to get to this morning, so I shall not linger for too much longer. The third book I have chosen is actually five stories all collected in one omnibus, so if I can finish it by the end of March, I’ll be miles ahead of my reading challenge. The book being over 800 pages has me more than a little concerned. That’s a pretty sizeable visual block to get over. Read for hours and it hardly looks like I’ve made any progress. Let’s see if it defeats me!
