…and when I am a stoic, and people ask me how I am, I shall say “Fine, thanks, how are you?” even if my head is dropping off, because there are so many people close to me and far away who are so much worse off than me.
And I won’t say “I am having a cataract op next Friday and they’ve told me I can’t wear my contact lenses for the week before, and I have to wear these glasses that are the wrong prescription because I hardly ever wear glasses so have never bothered to update them, and they strain my eyes and I can’t see clearly to read or write or do anything else that is interesting, and they make me feel disoriented and cut off from people and a bit confused, and really fed up.”
Won’t you be pleased when I’m a stoic?
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