I used laugh every time I heard someone talk about “resting bitch face”, like really, whose face is that bad? I just couldn’t fathom that someone’s face could look so passive, so disinterested and absent, that it warranted the label. Of course, some people are more actively engaged and smiley than others – but “bitch face”, really?
That was, until I saw my own…
I kid you not I have the worst resting bitch face I’ve ever seen, to the point where I literally get caught out on a daily basis by people who think I’m either ignoring them, or I hate them. And I’m not, it’s just my face!
I actually decided to write this post after I spoke to the concierge guy in my building yesterday, who told me he was watching me speak to someone on one of the security cameras and thought “Oh, Connor doesn’t like them – look at his face”. And I was like “No, that’s just my face…” I’d laugh, if it wasn’t like the most inconvenient thing.
The problem is, if I try not to look like that I kind of turn into a bad caricature from a seaside postcard. Or like something from the It’s A Small World ride at Disneyland. So happy it’s almost sinister. And, by the way, being that happy is exhausting. I swear, I don’t know how people do it.
I do have to say, it works in my favour sometimes – especially in a work environment, where being assertive is the only way you’re going to be taken seriously. Because adopting that persona can also be a struggle, but if you’re born with the face, you’re a good way there. It also means that, when I smile, people know it’s genuine – they just wish I did it more often.
But what I really want to say is – it’s not a bitch face, it’s just my face. (Well, I suppose I am a bit of a bitch, so in that respect it could be right…) But please, I’m begging you, if one more person asks me “What’s wrong” because I look absent I won’t be held accountable for my actions.
Anyway, smiling creases the face far too much – I’m avoiding them lines at all costs! (Joke – I’m happy really!)
Also, on a side note, how did it get to be September already? Like, we’re in the final third of 2019 – that’s nuts! It’s also my birthday month (September 19th, gifts gratefully accepted), and the time of year I’m officially allowed to begin my Christmas shopping. And also, did I mention, I LOVE winter!
Today’s also two months since I started this blog, which is insane. I feel like I’m still finding my feet, and there’s so much I still need to do – because, you know, I’m slow af – but again, thank’s everyone who’s liked, followed and shared. It means so much, and I hope you’re enjoying it as much as I am.
Now, I think a celebratory wine’s in order…