The smile experiment was a success, sort of. I had to remind myself to greet strangers at first but it gradually became habit. Most people smiled right back, which was quite nice. Others kept their eyes downcast even when I said hello. I can’t hold it against them, since I might do the same if I weren’t looking for a blog post.
I don’t think I scared anyone. At least, everyone kept their cool until they were out of sight. It helped that I didn’t chase them.
It’ll come as no surprise that friendliness feels nicer than isolation. But I can’t claim any great revelation and I’m not committing to doing this all the time. I’ll try for a while, of course, but soon enough my own thoughts will draw me inward and I’ll go back to ignoring everyone.
I’ve grown so much.
Yesterday, the joy jolt came from blowing off the first hour of work to watch a very condensed version of the Oscars on my DVR. Sorry scientific/technical awards and makeup artists, I zoomed right past you. Sloth is always fun. So is looking at purdy dresses and momentarily feeling superior to the stunning women wearing ugly ones.
Today, I need to finish my first writing assignment for my fiction class, so that will provide the joy for the day. I’m sure it will also deliver the hair pulling, self-doubt, nail biting, tantrums, vandalism and drinking.
I so wish I could have a productive reaction to stress, like those people who lose weight or clean their houses from top to bottom. For me it’s chocolate and procrastination every time.