I cannot be coy, smiling like I had a gun to my head and was forced to, make small talk and act like a diva.
I shall go about my way, do my thing, think my thought and hey maybe I dont smile when I do that
Its not that I am sad or unfriendly. I am just enveloped and gratified in my space.
I remember being caught in the line of fire as I smiled a lot (smiling in math class was probably the dumbest thing to do), where is the smile now?
I dont know. Am I unhappy now, no I am not. Do I need to be able to smile naturally, I dont know. But I do know, the difference between a genuine smile and a forced one.
Nothing is the matter in my life dudes, just symmetries may have not alligned, for all I care. Am the same, experienced for sure but that has refined and focused me.