24 minutes and counting....

The battery on my laptop says I have right around 24 minutes til it dies (give or take 10-12 minutes). I'm tired but don't wanna fall asleep quite yet so I'm writing.

Something I've noticed as of lately is a bit odd. I've noticed that I have a bad habit of looking a little angry when I walk into a place and I don't know anyone. I'm not proud of it...it's just something I've come to realize. Since when was it more socially acceptable to blankly look at someone as if they were a piece of sheetrock rather than smile and say hello? When did 'mean' become 'cool'. Granted, different situations call for different facial expressions. No one would walk into a funeral shining them pearly whites. Exceptions aside, it seems like I put on a front or a facade of toughness of some sort to avoid vulnerability when placed in unfamiliar settings. What if I dropped my guard and started to treat other people like actual, people? Looks like I need to work on my smile...