Why complaining makes me happy

I’m an excellent faker. Surface, social me is deeply devoted to lots of smiling and genuine, Mid-Western eye-contact. My interactions are all unconsciously coated in a thick glaze of I-exist-to-make-sure-you-feel-fantastic. I exude happy and approachable, regardless of my internal state. During sophomore year of college, a friend formed the outline of a rectangle with his… Read More Why complaining makes me happy