I only encountered five people walking today. Four of them exchanged greetings with me.
It started sourly. The first person, a dour looking fortyish woman, kept her eyes straight ahead but managed to convey that I was offending her.
Reasons flushed my thinking. Had I recently farted? Was she downwind of it? Maybe it's my body odor. I bathed this morning but I do sweat. Perhaps it was my breath, or my maniacal grin and crazy eyes.
But then I had it: she probably didn't speak English and didn't understand what I meant when I said, "Hello." English is very tricky.
Onward. The next man, twentyish, responded but without enthusiasm while the next was more polite but still offered no enthusiasm or smile. Oh, well. Next, an older man, nodded with a wan smile. He'd been eyeing me as if he expected me to say hello. Perhaps word was spreading.
Next up was a woman who appeared in her fifties. She was watching me as I approached. I smiled at her. "Hello." She grinned back. "Why, helloooooo."
It was sweet and funny, and boosted my thoughts into a higher orbit of joy.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com