​It was a really weird day if I put it in one word; almost like a movie that I starred in. I stepped out of my house, only to have a lunch with my friend Amstell, who is a psychiatrist, but who knew what the rest of the day had waiting for me.

So, I reached his clinic, a typical one in a building located in downtown. I took an elevator to the 16th floor, where it was. He was in middle of a session with the last patient for today. He asked me to wait for a moment and in two-three minutes, the patient left.

I entered, as he turned off his computer and said, "Can you just wait here for 10 minutes? I just need to stop by home for a moment. I will be back soon and then we will go." Saying this, he left and I was waiting for him at his clinic, sitting on his chair.

Suddenly, a young girl entered (barged in) like a mad person. Being in a psychiatrist clinic alone, what else did I even expect?

She was wearing sunglasses in broad daylight; an overcoat in the scorching summer and she was carrying a bag bulging out from places, giving a room to imagination as what could be inside it?

"Excuse me!," I said, all startled.

"Dr, Amstel! I swear, I will take a real short amount of your precious time." She said, taking off her sunglasses and meeting her eyes with mine.

She misunderstood me for Amstell. With hope in her eyes, that glowed as she looked at me.

"Is everything alright?," I asked as a fellow human, though solidifying her idea of me as Amstell.

"I am very sick. I think I am crazy." She said, to further I went a bit scared to be around her and she smiled, then laughed in a creepy way.

"What are you doing?," I pulled myself back, a bit away from her.

"You think I am laughing, right? like you laugh when you are happy... that's my problem. In real, I am really upset right now. They say that It's laughing... you laugh when you're are happy. But I don't think that's the case with me. I shed tears and scream when I am happy or excited. Corners of my lips go up until I flash my teeth, that happens when I am blue... My parents tried to fix me but they died before they could. I laughed at their funeral... I know was sad, I was devastated but people made fun of me. I want to fix myself. Please help me!"

She obviously needed help from a real doctor. If what she said was true then I was rather intrigued by her condition. She stared at me with her creepy smile, that according to her was being sad.

"So, how long has it been happening to you?"

"I was always like this. At first, I thought it was natural but slowly the world started to tell me when to laugh and when to cry and that I am a freak."

There was absolutely no way in which I could help her, I don't know about medical science. But someone who is so desperate to change herself to match the standard of others, didn't convince me. It was only this advice that I could give her and I hope that it would help her getting by and encourage her to live being herself. And also to hide the fact that I am not a doctor and she just told her misery to a complete stranger.

"I think you should be that way. If it's natural to you then who can say anything? You don't need to change yourself. Because asking you to change will be the same as telling a normal person to laugh when sad and to cry when happy. That's not easy. Not reasonable. Your emotions express themselves naturally. Emotions can't be controlled by anyone. They express themselves."

She stared at me, started weeping. "Thank you for saying that." She said 'happily'.

I don't know if what I did was right or wrong but it did make her happy for a moment. I know, I may have put her in lot of trouble by encouraging her to be herself. I hope she comes back here again to meet Amstell if needed. Although at the same time, I want her to not care about others and be natural however hard it may be. But for now, I feel good to see her cry.