Do I even need a title?

Hello there, and welcome to the Idiot's Guide to Mabel's Wild and Wacky Emotions!

First up, let's observe our prey after poking her with a stick, and thoroughly pissing her off.

She seems silent.

Perhaps we ought to agitate her somemore.

*buzz, followed by silent tone*

When we return, join us in seeing just what happens to people when Mabel blows her top.

Alright, enough with the crap. You guys ought to learn what I do. When I'm angry, I stare. Angrier, I swear. When I'm just about to blow my top, I go awfully silent. That's when you back off, before I kill you with whatever is closest to me.

When I'm melancholic, I clam up like a shell. It takes ages to force a tear out, but when it does, all the dams are released, and you get to watch me break down, with all the tears, sniffing, mucus, etc.

When I'm happy, I don't usually show it. I can, and ought to get an Oscar for my straight faces, and deadpan jokes. Alas, I don't.

Another thing. Do you see a pattern? I bottle up emotions and let them build up. It gives you a chance to escape before I release it. At least I don't wear my heart on my sleeve.

So now, how do I feel today? Oddly melancholic, actually.

Let's take a look at my emotions right now, just like Freud, or some other psychologist.

Crap. I feel like crap. I feel like I made so many mistakes in my life. Where's the Rewind when I need it most? It's like, every choice I make, always comes and bites me in the ass. I'm tall. I keep bumping into shit, like the ledge on a double decker bus, or stuff designed for short people.

I decided not to go for the NUS High test thingy. Turns out Joel did go for it, and whaddya know? He got in. And since our science is pretty much equal, I could have gotten in, and got a better class. I chose to stay with friends. Not a good idea. Kelly left in the end, so what difference does it make? My schoolmates aren't exactly best of friends.

And now, I see the phrase "Do a Mabel" appear on my friend's wall while he happily chats with me. Seriously dude, WHAT THE FUCK? You seriously dare to talk to me while you mock and insult me? Aren't you asking for trouble, you son of a bitch?

I could have done so much more, but my choices worked against me. Just goes to show how awesome my decision-making skills are... =.=

Moving onto something less about FB, I'm running a fever. I've got no idea why. It just appeared, 37.9ºC. This was accompanied by fatigue, but since I've been way too silent and when I actually open my mouth to do something other than breathe, snarky since Thursday, nobody suspects a thing.

Okay, somebody noticed, and it ain't Kelly. She's sick today, at home. Sent my regards via FB. He did notice I was oddly silent, and after his attempts at an interview consisting of Yes/No questions, realized my veil of silence had nothing to do with Kelly's absence and was because of schoolmates. That's when I opened my mouth and reminded him that my cynical wit still existed, and when he shut up.

Isn't my life just wonderful?

Mabel, the Silent.