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Fri, 20 May 2005
Somewhere in the history of modern American society, the freedom to be as cranky as one wants to be was lost. I'll try to explain.
Basically, it seems to me that people expect others to be cheerful. This is an extension of the age-old "Hi, how are you?" when any response other than "Fine! And you?" is likely to be met with a resounding "oooookay." I'm not saying that everyone has to give everyone else their life story. It's just that sometimes, I don't really feel like sharing, chatting, or even being within 100 feet of other people. Obviously this is difficult, especially in a place such as New York City, and especially during the work day, unless you work at home (which, frankly, seems more and more appealing by the minute). Still, is it so much to ask for people to simply leave you alone? I'm not talking about good friends, business associates with whom you have work to do, or even people who you share even a small personal bond of some kind. It's the random human flotsam/jetsam that seem to sweep in and out of our lives and demand, or even politely request, attention.
And it isn't only being left alone, although, in theory, that would solve the problem. Maybe I need something from you but I'm not in a good mood. Don't try to cheer me up, okay? Especially if we aren't such great friends. Who appointed you Undersecretary of Cheerfulness?
I realize that some of this may sound (a) harsh or (b) incoherent. Bottom line: if I want to be cranky, I can be cranky. It has nothing to do with you. Or maybe it does and I don't want to tell you. I CAN DO THAT. It's not your problem. If I want it to be your problem, well, we can cross that bridge when we come to it.
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