I’ve noticed a few times lately that my scowling muscles have been fatigued to the point of aching. I’m having to consciously unclench my brows as I write this.
Dammit! There I go again, scowling at my writing about scowling. There’s a japanese comic book (Manga, for those in the know) that I followed for a while before it got awfully damn tiresome. In this story, the main dude sometimes has to leave his body, and a convenient spare spirit (unfortunately, a failed lab experiment) has to take over. The replacement spirit is much more happy-go-lucky, to the confusion of those on the sidelines. Early on the spare spirit comments, “how do you keep scowling like this all the time? it hurts“.
