Now I can be such a sourpuss. I even think the way my face looks when I’m completely relaxed is mean and sour. I look like I just bit into a lemon.

My mum used to call me Little My when I was young. It’s a character from Moomin. She is grumpy and when she gets angry she bites. That pretty much summed me up as a child if I’m lead to believe my mother.

Apparently the grumpy face is something I was born with. And the attitude? Maybe something I grew into to, but I’m more on the grumpier side. I am a sourpuss.

Just recently, I was working with a festival. One of the highlights was the flee market area and I was in charge of renting out tables. When people called in to order a place or table and didn’t pay until the very ladt second (making me unsure if I should cancel their place) I got furious and promptly put them on the worst place, although the good ones still had empty slots. Why? Because I’m a sourpuss.

I would never show it to their faces, because I’m professional. But behind closed doors. I’m a sourpuss. Those who know me well, get to hear it well.