I don’t smile enough really. I laugh a lot though. I laugh but I do not smile. Maybe it stems from the fact that I had braces when I was a kid and hated to smile with the metal monstrosity mouth I had.
Or maybe it came from my talent to hide emotion and wear that poker face of mine. Sometimes people don’t know how to read me at all, especially if they don’t know me first and I want to play with them a bit. You know in the initial meeting someone they’ll try and figure out your personality, what you react positively and negatively to and then from there know how to feed your ego and in a way ingratiate themselves with you my saying and mentioning things you like. And they try this with me and I don’t react.