Sometimes I can tell someone is having a shit day and I cheer them up by minding my own fucking business because that’s what works for me.
My coworker is that way and I have to remind everyone to just give her some space if she’s having a rough go of it. She doesn’t talk about what is going on because she doesn’t want to. She just wants to get through her shift. We should respect that. In fact, most of the time she will open up about it after a while when her feelings have eased up a bit.
This would hit much too close to home for too many folks. At least I imagine it would and thus believe it.
Edgar Allan Poe wrote that all you have to do is mimic the look on their faces. Soon you’ll find your mood changing.
Good advice for Fortunato to better understand Montresor.
It’s been a while since I read the story, but as I recall mutual understanding wasn’t the main problem.
And I always determine that they are feeling mad at me.
Inhale… your own farts
Exhale… Bullshit.