how exhausting it must be to be pleasant
to not roll your eyes when you see someone you’re not terribly fond of
to shrug or nod and immediately (but gracefully) change the subject when someone compliments you or tries to console you
to feel the oppressive weight of your own crap all around you, but appear unencumbered enough to help other people with theirs
to not scream, cry, throw things, or even vent when other people get to do so
to live in a state of almost constant fear, anxiety, and sadness.
…. thank goodness I don’t do that.