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Originally Posted by Jinn
I think a big part of it is that through your description it sounds like you are wanting to smile for someone, or smile at someone because it would be a good thing to do. The people who smile at every stranger they see aren't doing it for those reasons. They're doing it because they're happy.
When I was younger, I was incredibly shy and had the same difficulties as you describe above. The problem went away when magically I wasn't uncomfortable in groups of strangers, and thereby happy. Because I was happy, I smiled at everyone and everything, really.
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I don't think I'm wanting to smile for someone, I just feel like smiling. but it comes out weird, or it doesn't at all. Maybe because all eyes are on me. I feel like even in the street, if I feel like smiling about something, I contain it because people will look at me, or so I think.
Oregon sounds like a friendly place snowy.
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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