Why don’t people smile?
One of my little hobbies is to go cycling in the morning. Although I kid myself it’s for fitness, I probably don’t push myself hard enough to make it count that much, but I really enjoy it.
I love being out in the early morning sunshine, smelling the flowers around our compound and resting my eyes on the greenery (you can spend too much time looking only at sand-coloured things in Dubai). Along the way, I meet other cyclists, joggers and walkers, and I whizz past gangs of chainsaw-wielding gardeners. Often it’s the gardeners’ breakfast time, and they sit in circles on the paths under the shade of the dusty trees, their tiffins of spicy food creating yet more nose-tingling aromas.
Because I’m generally quite friendly, I smile at everyone. The gardeners are the friendliest – they always shout good morning (as do I) – then the joggers, with whom there appears some sort of tacit understanding that we’re all in this fitness lark together. Most manage a smile – some even a sweaty and breathless hello.
But I’m always amazed at the number of people – usually those walking – at whom I smile and who don’t even respond. I look them in the eye as we approach each other and they absolutely, wilfully, refuse to crack even the smallest little smile in return.
What’s all that about? It must take more effort not to smile than to return a smile. Let some joy into your lives, people. Smile at a stranger, you weirdos!
And, I have to ask, WTF is up with WordPress? First I lose 2,830 precious subscribers overnight, now I can’t even upload a pic. Technical glitches big-time!