Harold and the Purple Crayon

I have many different purple pens. I love them. Not because of the color of the pens, or the feel of the pens in my hand, but I think that the reason lies in one of my favorite childhood books, "Harold and the Purple Crayon." For some reason, no one my age has heard of "Harold and the Purple Crayon," which just breaks my heart. It's such an imaginative book, and all of the control rests in Harold's tiny hands.

To those who haven't read the book, it's such a simple read (it might not even have words in it - heck, I don't remember) yet it unlocks the imagination and creativity in your mind.

In a completely unrelated topic, last night I had a long conversation with a good friend. He had many intuitive statements to make about my demeanor, one of which I never really noticed until he pointed it out. When I discuss something that is angering or upsetting to me, I usually smirk or smile during the entire conversation. My friend said it was because I want to see the optimistic side of the situation, but in my heart, I feel like the reason I smile is because I don't want to appear weak. Not that I laugh whenever disaster strikes, but when I'm retelling a story of hurt friendships or troubling situations, I can't help but think about how ridiculous my situations are and I just smile. Instead of getting upset, I smile. I'm still trying to figure out what that really means for me.
I've got to start paying more attention to my facial expressions.