So my friend Sarah and I have shared this common lifelong bond, though we've only known eachother a few years.
Since before I can remember, people have always asked me if I was mad about something. For the longest time, I couldn't figure it out. Random strangers would come up to me and ask if I was having a bad day, or if they could help me with something. I would always give them a puzzled look, which I am pretty sure convinced them I was in a pissy mood and therefor they left me alone.
The older I get, the more persistent people would be about cheering me up. The truth is, I naturally have a frown face. When I my face is relaxed and I am just minding my own business walking down the street I look angry. This has been both a blessing and a curse.
In high school, walking the halls just trying not to get beat up, it comes in handy. You suddenly have street cred just for not smiling. It does have it's downsides, like when you're trying to make new friends... it really sucks. You can never relax your face ever, and you always have to have a constant smile.
People have always perceived me as "snotty" when they first met me, it was only when they got to know the true me that they realized I actually do smile. This whole thing was starting to really perplex me, until I met Sarah and we chatted about the whole situation. When I first saw her, I thought she was a total snob... I know I'm just as bad as everyone else. But then, we talked about this natural thing and found allies in one another. She recently (as last night) labelled this "disease" permafrown. Which is fitting.
This blog is mostly to inform people of this socially crippling problem.
It's real, and it's out there.
So the next time you see someone from across the room who's looking angry, think twice about judging them, they could just have deformed facial muscles.
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Since before I can remember, people have always asked me if I was mad about something. For the longest time, I couldn't figure it out. Random strangers would come up to me and ask if I was having a bad day, or if they could help me with something. I would always give them a puzzled look, which I am pretty sure convinced them I was in a pissy mood and therefor they left me alone.
The older I get, the more persistent people would be about cheering me up. The truth is, I naturally have a frown face. When I my face is relaxed and I am just minding my own business walking down the street I look angry. This has been both a blessing and a curse.
In high school, walking the halls just trying not to get beat up, it comes in handy. You suddenly have street cred just for not smiling. It does have it's downsides, like when you're trying to make new friends... it really sucks. You can never relax your face ever, and you always have to have a constant smile.
People have always perceived me as "snotty" when they first met me, it was only when they got to know the true me that they realized I actually do smile. This whole thing was starting to really perplex me, until I met Sarah and we chatted about the whole situation. When I first saw her, I thought she was a total snob... I know I'm just as bad as everyone else. But then, we talked about this natural thing and found allies in one another. She recently (as last night) labelled this "disease" permafrown. Which is fitting.
This blog is mostly to inform people of this socially crippling problem.
It's real, and it's out there.
So the next time you see someone from across the room who's looking angry, think twice about judging them, they could just have deformed facial muscles.
.
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