“Why are you angry? You always look angry.”
For the last time, I’m not angry! This is the way I look. This is what God gave me to work with for the past 50 odd years, so if it bothers you, imagine how I feel!
And I’m not “screaming.” I pride myself on speaking audibly. I’m not a mumbler, nor am I deaf. Although I should be after a lifetime exposure to loud machinery, gunfire, and music that my parents and people of the cloth found offensive. If I don’t hear you, it’s by choice.
If you wanna hear screaming I’ll gladly give you a demonstration. I AM the guy you want with you if you’re lost in the woods but I’m also completely capable of knowing how and when to situationally moderate volume, unlike the gaggles of alcohol-infused Wisconsin scream-talking women I’ve seen in restaurants lately. (I’ll never understand why women appear to lose their hearing when they drink, screeching over the top of each other like some kinda crazy competition at the annual coven.)