This is no self-help book

This is an introductory resumé, a presentation card. A bit of nothing to try and catch your attention. My first blog obviously, and I already find it hard to write and write about concrete things. Try and be normal, try and write about travelling, food, people, things, try and be. I promise, I will (not).

Let us assume that I am writing about one of the supposedly classifiable themes, free time. What do I do in my free time. It´s all about expectations I guess. And we are never happy about what we do in our free time anyway, I could have been better, me thinks, you think, he thinks. I could have been better anyway. But conditionals do not seem to provide us with any kind of answer.

So, what do I do with my free time? I smile! I try to convince myself that smiling is going to convince me to be happier, better, other. I am always surprised at how often, if not always, people are surprised by me smiling at them. As if it was something weird.

One and one is two, me thinks. Why is she smiling at me? Does she want something from me? What have I done wrong? Remember not to smile, not to move, not to live. Remember that you are but one little point in the air, sault that goes, do not dare smile at me. What do you want from me?

I must admit I have recently found this little pleasure, a time killer. Smile at people when they do not expect you to do so. It is the unexpected that makes us happy I suppose, I assume, no wait, I hope. A new activity for the summer, smile at people. Realize how much you can get out of the tiniest thing which was not to be expected. And you might even convince yourself in that way. Look, care, don’t, self. A little hint at the end.