This is what you shall do.
It's a truly terrifying world out there, full of terrorists and murderers, rapists and snakes on planes. Hollywood and the national fear-mongering media would have us believe that we could be abducted, shot at, or buried in a Chilean mine for several months, literally at any moment.
Even while you're reading this, Hollywood plots against you.
So since you can't tell your local coffee barrista, bus-driver, professor, class-mate, or really anyone outside your immediate family and friends that you love them without them becoming concerned that they need to get a restraining order against you, (because seriously, they will. No one just says, “I Love You!” to their coffee barrista, no matter how much we may mean it because the coffee is just that good, unless they're having sex with the aforementioned barrista. Even then, it's probably too soon,) what you can do, is tell them how much you appreciate them for what they do.
Appreciation is Love's middle-child. It's not the oldest or the youngest, sandwiched between love and lust, so it's stereotypically undervalued. It's different, but we tell it that's what makes it special.
Appreciate as many people as you possibly can, on a daily basis. If you're honest and sincere about how much you appreciate them, you'll brighten up even their shittiest day, and the best part is, you won't come off as a creepy stalker, and you won't sound like a dirty hippie. That's important.
Read Kurt Vonnegut, and take his teachings about Humanism disguised as science-fiction to heart. We don't know what, if anything, exists beyond this mortal realm. That shouldn't matter. Be nice to your fellow man, not because you expect something for it, but because it's just what you should do.
Be respectful and kind to everyone, regardless of age, race, gender, sexual orientation, or personality, because chances are that you'll be glad you did. They'll probably wind up giving you a kidney. Either that, or they'll be your boss, and you'll end up dating their hot daughter.
Again...Hollywood is always thinking up new ways to get you.
If you set expectations for anything new that you may do, you go into that thing with a preconceived notion, a self-fulfilling prophecy. You limit yourself to only what you already know. Don't do that. It's stupid. Go with no expectations.
Don't carry around loose change with you all day just so that you can dump it, like a monetary bowel movement, into a penny jar at the end of the day. Sure, it's your money and you probably worked hard for it, but seriously, is that thirty-seven cents that important to your financial well-being? Would you be filing bankruptcy without it? Is that how you plan to pay for your child to go to college?
If so, you have many problems, and that thirty-seven cents isn't going to go very far towards fixing them.
Instead, unload your loose change in a positive way, by giving it to the next homeless person or tip jar you see. That way, you can spread the wealth and improve someone's quality of life.
Laugh scornfully when people use the words, “investment,” or, “monetary gain” when talking about an art form. Paying for art, or giving a monetary value to it, is like paying for a woman's love. That's called prostitution, and it's an ugly thing, disgusting to the soul. To turn beautiful art into a toothless, disease-ridden whore, crying into her beer and streaking her mascara, alone at the pool-hall on the bad side of town while John Prine plays on the juke-box...to do that is to die inside.
Scorn also the person who would hurt an animal, not out of necessity but out of sheer malice, or the person who, in seeing an animal hurt, does nothing. The same goes doubly if it's a child.
Question everything. That's the only way to make anything better.
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