I read in Scott Adams’ book recently that faking a smile can make you feel happier.
It’s something my mother told me as a kid and something I’ve always done. Which may explain why I’m generally pretty happy.
But it’s weird, right?
Normally we’d expect that feeling happy would cause us to smile. I see something that makes me happy and I smile because I’m happy.
We’re just like dogs in this sense. My sees a treat in my hand, becomes happy, and then her tail starts wagging.
But what if I wagged her tail for her like I was priming some sort of old, fluffy, water pump?
I haven’t tried it. Mostly because the moment I grab her tail she starts wagging it on her own. And I’m too nice a guy to yell at her to put her in a down mood and then wag her tail like some sadistic weirdo.
But that’s what happens when I start smiling.
I start to feel better. Even right now while I’m typing this. I fake a smile [because my wine glass is empty] and then I feel better.
I wonder what else I could start faking in order to be that thing?