This has been a common experience for my whole life. Something about the way I hold my face, or my mediocre good looks, my unintimidating stature, my curious and friendly eyes, always leads strangers to talk to me. In any city, people ask me for directions. People ask me what book I’m reading. People talk to me, and I’m sure they don’t know why. They might say, “You seemed nice,” or “You look like you are from here,” but I bet they didn’t have the thought first. They just felt familiar with me. It has been a constant reminder of the hidden motivations of all our actions. The signals we send.
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