I am aware that less and less people are looking me in the eyes as I walk along the street – which I often do now because I no longer drive a car and take public transport everywhere. I have been thinking of this recently because watching Donald Trump on TV has made me aware of the very different kinds of ways people have of interacting with one another, and smiling is an important way of doing this. It was the lack of warmth in Trump’s smile which first alerted me to this. It set me thinking about how the different elements smile, and what they are conveying by their smile. Each element, I decided, smiles in a distinct way, as the emotion which controls it dictates what its smile is intending to convey. This led me on directly to the eyes, because it is through our eyes that we convey our emotions.
I then started looking at myself to help me gauge the emotional effect of my own smile on me and on others around me. I have always known that I, a Fire person, love to smile; it is as though this opens a door into my soul, warming my heart. I can feel the connection of my smiling mouth to my eyes, because they start to wrinkle, showing laugh lines around them long after my smile has faded.
I have discovered that this is one of the tells for a Fire person, for in them the laugh lines around the eyes linger long after the cause for the laughter has disappeared. I feel the effects for a surprisingly long time, as though the warmth my smile brings to my heart stays long beyond the cause of the smile. No other element leaves this signature mark of a lingering smile on its face. I have therefore decided that my next object of study should be about how I feel in the presence of the smiles of the other four elements.
Watching how people smile at each other has also made me aware that we increasingly screen ourselves from one another. This is a result of the ubiquitous use of our smart phones, with their plastic screens. Recently, whilst sitting in a café, I watched a mother with three young children. Each child had their own screen on some device in front of them, which they were looking at intently. The mother, too, was looking at her smart phone. During the time I observed them, which was a good half-hour, none of them exchanged a look or talked to another person, except to pass food and drink along. They sat silently, engrossed in what they were watching. What was interesting, but, to me, appalling, was that, in contrast to how we react in person-to-person exchanges, there was no change to the expressions on their faces.
We like to describe the eyes as being the windows of the soul. It seemed to me that the screens between this family and the world they were contacting were closing these windows.