You're minding your business walking down the street, or maybe loading your shopping cart with items for tonight's dinner, or even power walking to burn a few calories, when suddenly you hear, "Hey baby girl, smile, it's not that bad." You're frowning. Not because you're angry about something or with someone, but because you are in deep thought, can't find the last ingredient on your grocery list, or trying to push yourself to walk that extra mile. Hell, you could've even been born with 'bitch face', which by the way, is something you kind of sort of can't control. But this stranger, who felt compelled to tell you in a rude passive- aggressive way to stop scowling, doesn't know that. This obnoxious act is not even the most offensive part of it all. It's when after you've given this annoying stranger the side eye for making such an asinine assumption, that whatever you're frowning about isn't or can't be that serious, they somehow find bigger balls to say, "Stop looking so mean and be happy that you're alive, somebody didn't wake up this morning, but you did."
Okay first, ma'am, sir, who are you & why are you giving me orders? Second, ma'am, sir, as you should know at your age, breathing is worldwide, everybody does it, but smiling... That's another story. Stop telling STRANGERS to smile. You don't know me. You don't know where I come from or my culture. You know positively absolutely SHIT about me. There's nothing more annoying than someone who doesn't know you from a can of paint saying, "Stop looking so mean, smile!" How do you know that I don't have a damn good reason to glower? Someone close to me could be deathly ill or has passed away. I could've been recently violated, or really trying to locate that last damn ingredient on my grocery list! And again, the bitch face (which I have). Some of us came out of our mother's wombs mean-mugging folks.
We could be the sweetest most happy individuals in the world, but because we look like a Scottish fold (a breed of Cat) by the face, assholes like YOU assume that we aren't happy, which could possibly be the furthest from the truth. Truth is, we smile, just not when people tell us to. I need a valid reason to smile like hearing the laughter of a child, like being able to cuddle up with a good book & a bowl of my favorite ice cream, like getting that 'I miss you' text from that special someone, like God answering my prayer & not letting that atm fee overdraw my account. So, if you don't mind ma'am, sir, nosy rosy, Mrs. or Mr. know it all, think about ALL of that before the next time you decide to offend a stranger by telling them what the hell to do with their face.