I Smiled At Three Strangers Today, what's wrong with me?

What's wrong with me? That was my question after I realized that this morning in my jogging, I smiled at three random strangers, just I had never met them once but, we met as we all do running in the same area, it took me a week before conformally smiling at them. What's wrong with me? Why did I ever do that in the first meeting instead?

It's my 9th day of jogging, I could still feel the muscle ache of the being in the sudden runs, but it's okay. It's not that unlike the first three days of my jogging. There is one thing that you must know about my attitude is that it's normal for me to snob people, especially in the first meeting; maybe an instinct that I don't want to be looked like feeling close will take weeks or several sessions before I will talk to you, and the smile is my first step.

First, I smiled at the guy running in the field where we do our jogs. He was a bit shy when it looked at him, maybe just like me, still not wanting to become over action and take things as smoothly as possible.

I don't know, but I just smiled at him, and the thing is that he smiled back. I was impressed for the next thing that he called me bro, "Going home, bro?" he said, and I smiled again at him, replying it's a yes gesture. It's now 6 AM, and the time to walk home for a distance is still a bit far.

Maybe that's the start of a simple friendship that will soon be developed. I met him several times as he does jogging too, yet not similar to me. Maybe he also wanted to lose weight for it seems he was obese.

Going home, I saw again the older woman I always encountered when I was going home. I smiled at her for the first time too, and he smiled back. I loved the smile of the older adult, for it reminds me of my favorite grandmother, whom she said was her favorite when I was young.

I smiled at her, yet I saw the genuine one in her eyes. Like finally, a week of walking and noticing her was one of the impossible jobs, yet now a simple given a highlight.

Another one is the lady who also does jogging with her small breed of dogs; we always cross a road, yet just this time, I finally smiled at her too, and she heard me talking.

I told her, "his dog is active today and, yes, actively running.

This is me, my usual self. I don't wear smiles often, I am more comfortable looking in serious moods, and impressions at the first meeting are that I am a terror guy, which was partly true but not that so much. I knew how to blend my attitude into a matter of changing.

Also, one of the reasons why I was smiling today is because I have something to celebrate. I won a 300HP delegation for 24 days or 23 days after joining the power-up days; I also observed my first month on the other platform; my avatar, the chibi created by jiji, reminds me to smile. The avatar that represents me.

Sound like gay sometimes that I can find myself in the avatar, or maybe that was the real me hiding in the body of being a serious guy, I also don't know. Perhaps this was the reason, or maybe not.

But in the other sense, smiling is the start of conversations. I have many friends that started with a smile and ended up good ones.

Am I normal? That's a question. People labeled me as a snob, for there was an instance people made the first move at me, yet I don't show any appreciation back; it's just that I wanted that am the first one to move and must be taken more chances of meeting before getting to it.

This was the one attitude that I also wanted to change at least, where I am onto such feeling that it needed to become unfriendly or unaware first. Maybe this is just a regular thing, things everyone does, right?