I suppose while my back was turned and I was once again concentrating on not being cool, yet another one of my manners has been co-opted into a trend. Apparently, it's now hip to frown at things and shed your sunny disposition as childish as early as possible. Scowling, frowning, looking contemptuous; that hints towards a deeper understanding of life's mysteries and realities. It means you know more about life than we do, and more than you're letting on. In fact, if we look hard enough into your eyes, we can see some of the weariness life's harsh toll has taken out on you and your poor millions. I am aloof in countenance because I've been there, I've experienced, I've been hurt, I've withdrawn and now I look like this. Nothing can touch me. Fear my wisdom. I scowl because there is nothing to be happy about in life. Look at me and know my incredible grasp of life's subtlety.
And who have they learned it from? Adults, who shuffle down the street scowling at everything that's ever gotten between them and their dreams. They're still kids, and they're still copying anything we put in front of them. Which is odd, because smiling is such a simple thing, and it releases endorphins (yummy endorphins!) and it's contagious. Why isn't it widespread?