Southern Kross
Away with the fairies
- Joined
- Dec 22, 2008
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- MBTI Type
- INFP
- Enneagram
- 4w5
- Instinctual Variant
- so/sp
Thank you for not making us sound like a bunch of creepers.I don't think it's a matter of real/fake so much as expressions can be used for so many different purposes... They can be reflections of intrapersonal status, comfort/discomfort (probably likely with sp), external indicators (probably likely with so), or intentional messages (probably likely with sx). The politician smiling may not be smiling so much because he is personally happy but because he is trying to engage the sympathy of his constituents, which could be underhanded in a way but is also simply fallout of human nature - of course we will tend to like a more "personable" politician better than a "cold" one. People are more likely to buy something from someone they feel comfortable around, too, hence the "used car salesman" smile. It's fake in the sense of they may not really be excited, but it's genuine in the sense of really wanting to engage others, for whatever reason. Just consider the politician who is having a shitty day and faking smiles, but is fighting for a bill to pass that you are an ardent supporter of. Of course it would be preferable for him to garner support through smiling, for the sake of the bill.
TBH I did smile like this the other day (and realised I was doing it). I got stopped by the cops at a random breath testing station. I hadn't done anything wrong, but for some reason I feel like I have every time I encounter the police. I pulled up, wound down the window and smiled in an attempt to be pleasant and appreciative of the police. Instead I just sat there, grinning like an idiot at the cop, who stared back at me, humourlessly. At the time I thought, "what the hell am I doing! Stop smiling like that, she'll think you've done something wrong", but I couldn't stop myself. Obviously she did suspect something, because she really examined me carefully, and after breath testing me (and passing) she also checked my warrant of fitness and registration (which were fine, fortunately). She then took one last suspicious look at me (because I was still smiling), and then let me go. I drove off wondering what the hell is wrong with me.

