If I made a New Year's resolution, it was to be more expressive. Sometimes I'm out and about, and an old woman winks at me while flashing a winning, dentured smile. Perhaps one will come up to me and tell me I have lovely hair, pretty eyes, or I look just like one of those Hemingway girls.
It's usually old women.
And it makes my day. Why wouldn't it? So unexpected! So flattering! A random act of kindness!
If I want to be one of these old women, I have to start soon. Like now. But the thing is, I'm oblivious to pretty eyes, nice coats and passing resemblences to faded celebrities. Surely, I could develop my own style, but it's going to take some work.
I don't know where to begin, but I'm going to start with trying to note these things in my head. Find the good in people, the moments of sunshine, the fragments of people and things that actually exist outside of my head. Then I'll work up the courage to say something about it. It seems so simple and yet so self-consciously frightening.
So here goes: "Hey, Nice Hat!"
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