I faked a smile as I'm so wont to do. On the bike tour, I'm so good at faking it that it feels almost real. This must be how hookers feel. And in the fleeting moment that I passed, I saw in her face what I felt inside, whereas she probably only saw my shit-eating grin--nothing more than a reflex.
I think of this now thanks to Jeremy Denk--one of Lisa's friends whose blog I've been casually following. He opens:
My friend Cory said he heard a tiny scrap of laughter out his window the other night, and it made him want to cry, thinking of all the pleasures happening elsewhere.And I know that feeling.
So my question is: did my faked happy smile make this woman a little less sad or did it exacerbate her sadness by showing her images of happiness? If the former, then it was worth it. If the latter, then I should have been more honest with my face, empathizing with her existential angst.
And finally, maybe the worst thing about sadness are those moments in which we are not permitted to show it, the moments in which we stifle it, tamp it down, and put on a pleasant façade. Either way, at some point and in some way, it's going to come out. Extroverted sadness is anger.
I am pretty good at faking it too. Empathizing using some of the same lines that I've used for 17+ years. Putting on a happy face even when it is not true. Maybe some of it is necessary to get through the day but I agree that anger turned inward leads to sadness. We're so much alike which is good news and bad news.
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