Tag: we become what we think about

The factory worker stood in front of me. Greasy hands wiped the front of his shirt. “What ARE you, anyway?” he asked me. My brow furrowed. I chewed my lip. I had no idea what he was talking about. “What do you mean?” I inquired. “You’re always so happy all the time. And whenever someone …

The factory worker stood in front of me. Greasy hands wiped the front of his shirt. “What ARE you, anyway?” he asked me. My brow furrowed. I chewed my lip. I had no idea what he was talking about. “What do you mean?” I inquired. “You’re always so happy all the time. And whenever someone …