True(?) Colours
Sep. 16th, 2011 08:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crystal_clearI seriously don't know how people perceive me anymore.
Of late, practically everyday at least one person would comment on how I look 'depressed' or 'stressed out', to which - most of the time - I would reply with a typical answer of "I'm okay" when I'm actually bothered, or a simple nod which would mean "Dang, not this again, but whatever". People were saying how I used to be all smiles and all cheerful at the beginning...now they're busy asking if I'm okay. Usually it's the same people, to boot - although it rather makes sense.
Not to say that I'm angry at their display of concern - far from it! - but it just feels like people see me as weak.
At one point I confessed to a colleague that the usual smiling me iskind of not the true me, so he kind of dropped the issue - and I'm thankful.
My opinion? It's not only work per se that's giving me the headache. But that's not exactly a wise thing to sayespecially in front of a certain someone, is it?
Either way, I end up getting hurt. I always do, even when other people celebrate it as if it's the best thing since buttered toast.
Anyway. I'm praying for another uneventful oncall night...
Of late, practically everyday at least one person would comment on how I look 'depressed' or 'stressed out', to which - most of the time - I would reply with a typical answer of "I'm okay" when I'm actually bothered, or a simple nod which would mean "Dang, not this again, but whatever". People were saying how I used to be all smiles and all cheerful at the beginning...now they're busy asking if I'm okay. Usually it's the same people, to boot - although it rather makes sense.
Not to say that I'm angry at their display of concern - far from it! - but it just feels like people see me as weak.
At one point I confessed to a colleague that the usual smiling me is
My opinion? It's not only work per se that's giving me the headache. But that's not exactly a wise thing to say
Either way, I end up getting hurt. I always do, even when other people celebrate it as if it's the best thing since buttered toast.
Anyway. I'm praying for another uneventful oncall night...
