Daily Charades

I have yet to perfect every talent in this world, but the one talent I have fitted under my belt is looking like the perfect daughter. I do it so well now except for the small moments where my plasterd smile cascades into a deep frown. I could care less what people think about me, but I have learned that no one takes much intrest in a surbubly made ginger bread house. They would much rather talk about one with a missing gumdrop. So while looking like this cookie cutter child I get passed by with a returned smile with out even the slightest double take. I know this to be true from experience, recently during a visit so my father's cousin's house I was able to sit through the whole conversation without saying anything except for yes after being asked if I was okay. As soon as he had my answer though he started up a new conversation about Seven Pounds with my sister. This role used to be reversed however, but no one likes an attention whore. And once a person is type casted as such the majority to the cumminty attempts to deprive that person of attention. I am certainly not saying that I was like that, but I was a genuinely happy child unlike now since I feel the need to fake the most simplist of emotions. 

The one emotion that I haven't concorded is sadness. The most I can do is make an obvisouly half - hearted frown. Like for 9/11. It truely is impossible for me to be sad about that. Well in the general sense of the word it was a sad thing that all those people had to die because someone else wanted to make a statement. Maybe it was only an unfortunate happining, but if I say it that way it sounds a tad petty. Either way I haven't been able to cry over it and I doubt I ever will. Things like that never hit home with me because it has nothing to do with home. 

Tomorrow is a Monday which means I will masquerading through the hallways of my school for another week until Saturday when I have my break. Ta ta till then don't hurt your faces trying to master this skill.