Ravings of a Textual Deviant

After a particularly intense workout yesterday, I was sitting in front of my locker trying to do some yoga breathing in order to get my heart rate down a bit. One of the gym’s employees looked at me, obviously quite concerned, and asked if I was OK. I smiled and told her to just let the heart attack kill me, in what I thought was a fairly obviously joking tone of voice. I was wrong–she was ready to go get a defibrilator. I assured her that no, really, I was fine, and it wasn’t necessary. I tend to get very red in the face, as I’m mushroom-pale. She said “It’s not that–you just looked so serious!”

Apparently, serious is a very bad look for me. I should probably give it up.

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