tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802182.post1401854269175935924..comments2023-10-17T21:10:20.875+11:00Comments on Buzz and Words: Happiness in Black TownUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802182.post-18262240103705633182007-05-09T12:18:00.000+10:002007-05-09T12:18:00.000+10:00That's funny isn't it. You probably had a 'fuck of...That's funny isn't it. You probably had a 'fuck off and don't talk to me I have a million things on my mind' face on - I get that one too. It's the emoticon cone of silence for coping in city life, non? Someone was telling me that in Vietnam people often will ask 'are you happy?' and mean it. It made me reflect that in our culture it's almost verging on rude to ask that - like this is some private quest, and not for discussion in public. Like asking someone how their morning shit was, or whether they got any last night - kind of not polite. It's nice to have some honesty cut through the politeness of stranger to stranger interraction sometimes.<BR/>JAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com