There is this one person who I cannot stand and the only tangible I can come up with is “he smiles too much.” That’s it!
Am I horrible?
*Postmodern shrug*
I don’t smile that much myself, but I don’t do a lot of Things that other people enjoy and that seem, actually, quite enjoyable. Like singing. Or dancing.
Or paragliding.
Smiles light up faces! They illuminate entire rooms! They are as contagious as colds and as infectious as syphilis!
They transcend.
"When is a croquet mallet like a billy club?"
Helen of Troy had a face that launched a thousand ships. Do you think she was smiling?
But this guy. Everything is a smile! I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye once, and there he stood, staring at us while we talked, not talking, just smiling. Patiently – magnanimously – waiting for us to please to stop talking so that he could once again hear himself talk, with an audience. And a smile.
I can’t help but wonder if – without that smile – whether what he says as he smiles means anything, and if he means it. But I just can’t get past it!
That smile.
Of course, it’s not just him. Of course.
It’s me.
I have been told – often, repeatedly – that I need to smile more. It happens among acquaintances, at customs, in the library. Once in India. It happens so much and so often that I’m beginning to think that I may, in fact, be violating some unspoken agreement simply by leaving my face on the wrong setting.
It takes 17,978.523[1] muscles to frown and only 2.5[2] to smile.
Not that I even frown that much, but I suppose when you’re comparing light and dark – that’s it!
That’s the show.
Who is the Mona Lisa without her smile?
Probably just some lady who may or may not be Da Vinci, who never smiled anyway and never got shit for it like I am!
I’ve been told that I’d feel better about Things if I smiled more. But I’m fine.
As for Smiley-Face Joe. I think if he didn’t smile – so much or at all – he’d be more than fine.
That smile.
It’s the same but completely different! Like the way an image, totally reversed, looks identical from the other side. And suddenly, that happy, beautiful, charming, lovely smile is that self-satisfied, vacant, patronizing, stupid smile.
At least it can be.
Hope for the worst so things turn out better, right?
Turn that frown upside-down.
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