avoiding the internet.

I drew two happy faces and two sad faces on my fingers and showed them to a friend, jokingly. Shortly after, I tried to scrub the ink off of my finger tips to no avail.
“I’m having trouble removing the happy faces,” I told him.
“What did you use to draw them on you?”
“Just a black ink pen; I drew sad faces and those came off easily, but now the happy faces won’t.” I scrubbed a little bit harder at my fingertips, becoming a little bit more irritable with the stubborn faces.
He thought for a minute and then, “I guess they like being happy. Who can blame ‘em.”
I felt guilty.

love, Leah