Smiling Is Magic

Smiling is magic.

I smiled at a baby at Famous Dave’s yesterday. The baby projectile vomited from the table over and ruined my shirt.

Smiling is magic.

I smiled at the Family Dollar cashier a week ago. She told me to go to hell and to not forget my off-brand shampoo.

Smiling is magic.

I smiled at my priest a month ago. He said that true repentance can’t take place with a happy face.

Smiling is magic.

I smiled six months ago when my boss gave me a raise. She told me to wipe the goofy grin off my face before she decided I didn’t deserve it anymore.

Smiling is magic.

I smiled a year ago when my fiancé told me she didn’t think we should go through with it. I told her she was just nervous and that everything would be alright.

She walked out the door.

I haven’t seen her since.

I think I might take up frowning.