Today a woman came up to me on the street and asked me if I was okay. I said, I'm fine. She persisted, asking me if anything was wrong. I said NO, I'm FINE. Why do you ask? She said "Oh, you have a gloomy face." I said I was sorry and that I am really fine. She walked away and drove off. This is what I really want to say back to her now that I've reflected on it:
Fuck you. You just made me super self-conscious, and the rest of the day I will be contemplating my life in a negative light because of what you just said.
You probably have not gone 20 miles from your precious Texas suburb. Go ride in the New York City subway during rush hour and then come back and tell me I have a gloomy face. Fuck you. You don't even recognize my beauty. I just looked in the mirror, and I look great. My facial muscles are relaxed; perhaps you confuse this with gloom. You may have a cheery, sunny face, but how much of that is your mask?
How much do you get off on "helping" other people? How much does your ego receive a boost whenever you swoop in to save the day? Save those less fortunate than, and below you? You're just a nice, positive ball of sunshine, aren't you.
Well, I pity those who fail to see beauty in darkness. I am a dark beauty, and there is power and depth in that that is beyond your comprehension.