Yup. In fact this is part of why I I’m mostly housebound. Along with my physical disabilities, a huge amount of pain from my autoimmune disorder and the issues arising from my broken autonomous system, being forced to pretend to have an emotional state I don’t have just to be ‘allowed’ to be in public spaces is exhausting.
I really appreciate the comic Clay as you manage to express so much in just four panels. Being able to show people, friends and family alike, what it really is like to live like this makes a huge difference. Thank you.
I feel this so much, especially since I work in a coffee shop. The nice thing is that when I’m on bar, I can just forget everyone and work, and it just looks like I’m concentrating on what I’m doing.
Me, every damn day. Clay your comic is 206 strips of amazing work. There’s been many a time where reading a strip or two has made me feel better; it’s nice to relate to something, to know I’m not alone. Thank you so much for making all of them!
I so, so like that my current job involves keeping my eyes either on items I’m shelving/zoning or on a pad that’s pre-loaded every day with scripted questions for me to ask. I can reserve my tiny interacting-with-people-with-a-smile-on spoons ration for other things.
Had to go to work sick today, people kept looking at me funny. I realized later that I was too tired to put on my smile. I am not currently really down, but my resting face is stuck in depressed even when I’m not. You know, like Morris the Cat. Anybody else?
I work in manufacturing, I don’t even pretend to be happy anymore. To top it off, my supervisor pulls me aside at least one a week to tell me I am a difficult employee.
Yup, experienced that! Luckily for me, it was mostly just the odd day or week, rather than constantly. Getting that cafe job ended up being a key part for me beating depression. It gave me a sense of self-worth after flunking out of uni.
I’m having a terrible time finding employment because I can’t smile. When I was a kid, my drunken mother used to slap the crap out of me whenever I smiled because she thought I was up to something. Years later, I worked at a casino that thought crushing employees underfoot was good management. These days, sometimes I scare people because I can’t smile.
I know this feeling all too well
Yup… Same with any emotion you have to fake for a long time, sadly…
Yesssss. And then by the end of the shift you’re so frazzled it’s all you can do to treat your coworkers with the respect they deserve.
Yup. In fact this is part of why I I’m mostly housebound. Along with my physical disabilities, a huge amount of pain from my autoimmune disorder and the issues arising from my broken autonomous system, being forced to pretend to have an emotional state I don’t have just to be ‘allowed’ to be in public spaces is exhausting.
I really appreciate the comic Clay as you manage to express so much in just four panels. Being able to show people, friends and family alike, what it really is like to live like this makes a huge difference. Thank you.
I like the free wifi for FAPping.
Haha, I noticed that too! I feel really childish…
You reckon Clay did it on purpose?
Considering that Sexy Losers is sometimes credited with helping to popularize that phrase, I’d imagine so.
I feel this so much, especially since I work in a coffee shop. The nice thing is that when I’m on bar, I can just forget everyone and work, and it just looks like I’m concentrating on what I’m doing.
Me, every damn day. Clay your comic is 206 strips of amazing work. There’s been many a time where reading a strip or two has made me feel better; it’s nice to relate to something, to know I’m not alone. Thank you so much for making all of them!
At least one day a month I threaten to quit. My boss just nods & says, “Yeah yeah, see you tomorrow.”
This is why I’m so glad I work in a warehouse at the moment.
I so, so like that my current job involves keeping my eyes either on items I’m shelving/zoning or on a pad that’s pre-loaded every day with scripted questions for me to ask. I can reserve my tiny interacting-with-people-with-a-smile-on spoons ration for other things.
Had to go to work sick today, people kept looking at me funny. I realized later that I was too tired to put on my smile. I am not currently really down, but my resting face is stuck in depressed even when I’m not. You know, like Morris the Cat. Anybody else?
Even if I do feel normal at work, it’s exhausting.
I work in manufacturing, I don’t even pretend to be happy anymore. To top it off, my supervisor pulls me aside at least one a week to tell me I am a difficult employee.
Yup, experienced that!
Luckily for me, it was mostly just the odd day or week, rather than constantly. Getting that cafe job ended up being a key part for me beating depression. It gave me a sense of self-worth after flunking out of uni.
I’m having a terrible time finding employment because I can’t smile. When I was a kid, my drunken mother used to slap the crap out of me whenever I smiled because she thought I was up to something. Years later, I worked at a casino that thought crushing employees underfoot was good management. These days, sometimes I scare people because I can’t smile.
I can’t read the last word.
“sin”
🙂
This rings so true, even though I’m seldom customer facing these days. http://t.co/rkPkDGLKgq via @depressioncomix
And that is why I despised my fast food/retail jobs.
I know this feeling….
Am I the only one that noticed the “fap” poster ?