This is just too funny. A customer just left the shop and we’d just talked briefly but she said that I’m always so "bubbly." Now the last thing I could ever be traited with is "bubbly." Anyone who knows me well enough knows that morose, moody, even manic-depressive might be applied, but this lady, on each of her visits, must have just hit me when I’m flying high. Not on drugs (though it might be a good recommendation) high, and not the high when I’m passionate and off on some crusade hanging on for dear life to a trusty white stallion high; but the nothing and nobody’s bugged me badly enough today high that produces at best, a willingness to smile.
Perception, it’s all in perception. How we view others, how we see them, and how we through words can read and tell someone’s story.
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