When a man smiles at me, I want it to be genuine. I want to feel the warmth and kindness that smiles were meant to hold. I want to know that I matter – as a person – to another person.
Why, then, is it so often untrue? Illegitimate? A cardboard cutout of a smile, pasted on to lure a woman away from her virtue and self-respect? A silly fluff of a thing thrown out in advance of full eye contact to avoid further repartee? A mask attached with epoxy to permanently hide any of the real emotion flowing on one’s true visage?
What has happened to human interaction now that tech “facilitates?” Who are we anymore and how to we get back to being the humans we once were?
I miss those days.
I am not young, but neither am I so old that I stand alone in this feeling of stark impersonality.