I should start doing that more. I used to be a lot more like that, actually. I used to be genuine, and spontaneous. I used to be happy.
Then, the army happened. I joined the Infantry. And I was ran through the stamping machine that likes to crush oddly shaped objects into perfectly cube-like ones. I've been full of anxiety when dealing with anyone ever since. Always so focused on trying to maintain a military bearing, to the point that that ettiquette replaced my will to be myself. There hasn't been any healthy balance. As much as I love my job and I'm proud of what I've done, it's made me more unhappy as a person because of what I've been through.
Kind of heavy, I'm sorry.