Silence

I told one of my stylists yesterday, "I can't tell anyone what I think of them. I can't tell you what I think of you, I can't tell clients what I think of them; when I go home, I can't say what I'm thinking to my parents (they'll tell me to do service for the person), I can't vent about anything to anyone."

So my sweet little sister patiently listens to each and every one of my complaints / observations / venting moments.

If I slip, and tell someone what I'm actually thinking, it comes out harsh and I get a reputation for being grumpy about certain things.
I'm not grumpy. I am a ridiculously happy go lucky.