I’ve previously posted about pre stroke how I was a silly boy (link) and some antics I used to get up to pre stroke.

A couple of times recently it has been commented on that it’s been nice to see me smile or laugh and those comments sat with me. Especially when underpinned by a rude one.

Perhaps I’ve been more smiley and happy because things feel a bit more optimistic at the moment. I don’t necessarily recognise I don’t smile as much as I used to.

Perhaps I am a bit more serious and subdued, but I’ve dealt with huge trauma, the life long adaption of becoming disabled, the mental impact of those and the fact my brain is always full of thoughts.

Recently (August 25) I was on the tram home from work, headphones on, having a think and imaginary sing along staring out of the window. The passenger opposite tapped me on the leg to get my attention. I lifted one ear phone off and he said “don’t look so serious son, it might never happen” in seconds I had tens of responses ready to fire at him and possibly a headbutt, instead I smiled politely. Replaced my headphone and looked away.

I don’t need your random input mr stranger and it was rude.

Save some face, you know you’ve only got one
Change your ways while you’re young
Boy, one day you’ll be a man
Oh, girl, he’ll help you understand

Smile like you mean it
Smile like you mean it

🎵 – smile like you mean it, the killers, 2004