I don’t consider myself a good person. That’s just how I see myself.
I work at a hospital as a pharmacist. The job requires me to smile from 8 to 4 every day. But I’m not a naturally nice person—I’m an introvert, actually. I can’t stay calm and polite when an old lady speaks harshly to me. I can’t keep my smile wide and sincere like my 8 o’clock smile. Sometimes, I just want to get angry and curse at every patient because they keep asking the same old questions: “Where is the toilet? Where is the lift? Where is the cashier? Where is the laboratory?”
For God’s sake, I’m not a receptionist or security staff—go ask them. I’m the pharmacist.
But I try really hard. People say, “Fake it till you make it.”
So, I act nice—just an act. I fake my smile. I fake my hospitality (even though I’m not a nice person). They say that if you act long enough, fake it long enough, one day it will become real. Maybe someday I’ll be a genuinely nice person, without even trying to “fake it.”
