Sophie

 I was walking past a little daycare center housed in a typical Hoboken brownstone. Children were sitting around a picnic table in the front yard “engaged in an activity.” That is I couldn’t tell what they were doing.

I overheard a gentle giant of a man — you know the type — like why is this gigantic long haired medieval looking guy caring for children? — telling Sophie, pretty sure that was her name, that there’s “No need to get that upset.”

Immediately I thought, “Sophie, there is a very good god damn real reason to be that upset.”  I’m sure the gentle giant’s soothing entreaties were only making her more irate.  

I don’t know what was making her upset.  But what made me upset was someone telling her to not be upset.  I know I don’t like being told how to feel.  Ultimately, we all suffer alone.  It’s better if those around us just keep their mouths shut.  

So, Sophie, you get as upset as you want.