Some days, like today, Andrew thinks he is annoying.
I almost never agree. (But sometimes his apologies about being annoying can get annoying. It is a self-fulfilling prophecy.)
However, in honor of the occasion, I will tell you the most annoying thing he does:
Sometimes when Andrew thinks I'm sad or angry or some such unpleasant thing, he will try to get me to smile. Many of these times, I do not want to smile, so his efforts are likely to annoy me all the more. This is good; it can bring on a really good frown, or sometimes even a scowl.
Not disheartened by his early lack of success, he knows to advance to the next step. This consists of poking at the corner of my mouth, pushing it so it's curving up instead of down. As soon as he takes his finger away, however, that corner sags down again.
Not easily discouraged, he attacks my unacceptable facial expression from a variety of angles. Sometimes he holds the finger there for a while, as if hoping to freeze the upturned corner in place—after all, our mothers all told us some day our faces would freeze like that; might as well make "that" something good, eh?. Sometimes he'd take it away quickly, perhaps thinking I wouldn't notice right away—the way characters in cartoons are forever failing to notice, and thus being impervious to, the fact that they've just run off the edge of a cliff.
Nothing works, though. (Usually. If such preliminary efforts are actually successful, I am disappointed in myself. But sometimes they are.) This is the part where it gets rough. Because this is the point where he always looks at me, dismayed and alarmed, and says, "It's broke!"
I know this sounds dumb (much dumber than I expected it to, or I'd have never started writing at all), but it's true.
If he has to, he'll usually go on to, "I fix, I fix!" and start pushing on the corner of my mouth again but, I am sad to say, often that is not even necessary. Many times my lips will have have curled into a reluctant but huge smile.
I hate that. What's he doing making me smile when I don't want to smile? And it works every time! It's just not fair! What fun is it looking cheery when I want to mope? Isn't he supposed to be thinking of my needs, or something? How inconsiderate!
And that's the most annoying thing he does.
I almost never agree. (But sometimes his apologies about being annoying can get annoying. It is a self-fulfilling prophecy.)
However, in honor of the occasion, I will tell you the most annoying thing he does:
Sometimes when Andrew thinks I'm sad or angry or some such unpleasant thing, he will try to get me to smile. Many of these times, I do not want to smile, so his efforts are likely to annoy me all the more. This is good; it can bring on a really good frown, or sometimes even a scowl.
Not disheartened by his early lack of success, he knows to advance to the next step. This consists of poking at the corner of my mouth, pushing it so it's curving up instead of down. As soon as he takes his finger away, however, that corner sags down again.
Not easily discouraged, he attacks my unacceptable facial expression from a variety of angles. Sometimes he holds the finger there for a while, as if hoping to freeze the upturned corner in place—after all, our mothers all told us some day our faces would freeze like that; might as well make "that" something good, eh?. Sometimes he'd take it away quickly, perhaps thinking I wouldn't notice right away—the way characters in cartoons are forever failing to notice, and thus being impervious to, the fact that they've just run off the edge of a cliff.
Nothing works, though. (Usually. If such preliminary efforts are actually successful, I am disappointed in myself. But sometimes they are.) This is the part where it gets rough. Because this is the point where he always looks at me, dismayed and alarmed, and says, "It's broke!"
I know this sounds dumb (much dumber than I expected it to, or I'd have never started writing at all), but it's true.
If he has to, he'll usually go on to, "I fix, I fix!" and start pushing on the corner of my mouth again but, I am sad to say, often that is not even necessary. Many times my lips will have have curled into a reluctant but huge smile.
I hate that. What's he doing making me smile when I don't want to smile? And it works every time! It's just not fair! What fun is it looking cheery when I want to mope? Isn't he supposed to be thinking of my needs, or something? How inconsiderate!
And that's the most annoying thing he does.
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Date: 2005-11-16 05:23 am (UTC)British reply: well, if that's the most annoying thing he does...
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Date: 2005-11-16 06:33 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-16 02:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-16 01:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-16 02:32 pm (UTC)But it's not an empty smile. I'm smiling because he's funny, yes, but also because I have someone around who cares about me and wants me to be happy.
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Date: 2005-11-16 01:08 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-16 03:43 pm (UTC)That is tooooo cute!!!!!!!
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Date: 2005-11-16 04:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-16 07:03 pm (UTC)(I now have tears in my eyes from the sheer mushy adorableness of the whole thing. Dammit.)
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Date: 2005-11-16 07:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-16 11:44 pm (UTC)I didn't think it was horribly mushy. But as you know, I'm not particularly sensitive to mushiness.
On the other hand, I don't particularly believe in being unhappy; I can't imagine why you would reject cheer. I like smiles to the extent that I am somehow deviously pleased that Andrew has invented an effective means to force them upon you.
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Date: 2005-11-17 12:08 am (UTC)But sometimes I get stuck in a rut of mopiness and worrying and just generally not feeling well, and then I am annoyed at him. Until he does this. Then I feel better, and I'm glad to have him there.
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Date: 2005-11-19 02:32 pm (UTC)I hate being told to smile too. If I'm not smiling, I'm not necessarily unhappy, perhaps I just can't be bothered to put forth effort into twitching my face into socially pleasing shapes! Constantly being told to cheer up, smile, lighten up, cheer up goth, have an irn bru (actually, that one makes me laugh. Double points if I actually get free drink out of it) is a surefire way to get all my teeth showing - but I'm NOT smiling!
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Date: 2005-11-19 02:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-19 03:04 pm (UTC)