Me in high school: fuck what anyone thinks about me.

Me starting the work force: I need to be professional. Unfortunately, that means I have to care what others think about me.

Me today: Welp, time to put the mask on so nobody misinterprets me.

I wish different tones of voice had more acceptance. What I feel inside doesn't get reflected by how I talk, so I pretty much pretend to be cheerful all the time because it's the only way I've found to be accepted professionally.