It's really none of their business what my face looks like, and why do they bother to go out of their way to tell me to cheer up? Do they really have nothing better to do?

I think what bothers me most is that most of the time I'm actually enjoying myself and happy, and to be told I'm miserable is a shock, because I keep forgetting about my saggy face.

Also I might be genuinely sad for some reason, someone might have just died for all they know. I wish they would just shut up and mind their own business!