could also be said with the eyes. i’ve heard people say that they try to replace their smile with a hand gesture, but that turns out to be an awkward understanding, one which only the person performing the gesture actually understands. Most say they use words to replace a smile. Though, words are always only place-holders, besides couldn’t they just announce: I’m smiling behind this mask. Of course when they say they use words to replace a smile they mean tone and aren’t tones also heard through the eyes?
For me one of the most valuable interactions with a user is starting a chat and seeing they are ready to jump off a ledge, early in the chat they’ll give you some sass, and by the end of it you have them thanking you and learning something new. Now they can go back to posting about mindfulness and the benefits of being calm.
Probably my Happiness Engineer
Thanks to Desiree F and Tanya T, my Happiness Engineers for getting me through my issue and helping me to learn a few new tricks. Now they can go home and relax and probably not think about ending it all due to their low pay and high stress workload. They deserve a raise.
I had a poem for you today. It was quite fantastic, if I do say, but wordpress editor doesn’t seem to like the way I use to do things in order to get the most basic look I wanted. You know the simple layout I always use. So, sorry to say, I don’t have a poem for you today.
I’m sitting here taking slow, deep breaths, following the course of in and out, taking my breath as object of concentration, arousing concern, when it hits me, that I am my breath, a constant flux of in and out, so long as I am capable of sustaining this discovery and scrutiny.
Hey listen I know I chose to have kids and join the ranks of parents that, let’s face it, we are all still trying to rebel against, the parents we’re still pretending that we won’t become.
But could you go ahead a do me a favor? Could you at least not act like every time I see you in the city it’s my big trip in from the suburbs. My big trip, like I’m some kind of grade schooler with my sack lunch or some shit.
Listen Next time we run into eachother keep in mind: I have kids; they smell and act like vagrants, they try to eat all my stuff like the worst roommate, and they spit when they prattle incoherently like the neighborhood convenience store attendant. So really it’s not too far off from big city living.
Thanks for making this guy of few words feel so loved.
I’ve noticed that I’ve had a lot of the same bloggers likes over the past couple years and it really means a lot. I could be so much better at reaching out and following blogging etiquette, however that’s not in my repertoire, but something to work on for sure. So for now a big thanks!