I Am Irrationally Irked at People Who Don't Believe Me

I love honesty. Absolute honesty.

It's one of my favorite qualities to find in people I know. If there were some way that everyone could just wear a shirt that said how they really feel, life would be a whole lot simpler and infinitely more interesting.

But alas, it seems I'll have to file that one away under "Excellent Ideas That Will Never Actually Happen" along with hiring someone to walk behind me with a stereo blasting the soundtrack to my life, convincing everyone I know to speak in an accent for a day, and playing the harmonica in a blue grass band.

ANYWAY.

Since I'm so big on honesty, I hate it when people don't believe me, especially over something that would be foolish to lie about. My favorite example occurs when something is in my eye or my contact is malfunctioning. Observe:

Me: [fiddles with eye]

Annoying Albert: "JENNA! Are you okay?"

Me: "I'm fine. My contact is just all kinds of wonky today. I think something's in my eye."

Annoying Albert: "Are you sure everything's alright?"

Me: "Other than the small tree nesting near my cornea, yes. Everything's swell."

Annoying Albert: "You know, it's okay if something is going on. I know you don't cry that often, but it's okay to show emotion."

Me: "Seriously. It's my contact."

Annoying Albert: "Jenna. You're crying. Just admit it."

Me: "Uh, really. No. I mean, look at me. Only my left eye is red. When you cry, does it usually just happen in one eye?"

Annoying Albert: "No, but everyone looks different when they cry."

Me: "I am legitimately questioning your intelligence."

Annoying Albert: "There's no need to get defensive."

There's really no way I can win.

Add some sass to your class,

Jenna