My face has a mind of its own
Sometimes my face rebels against me. I don't know why or how, but the fact bothers me, perplexes me. For instance, once, in the midst of a seminar, a fellow student paused while speaking and said, "I can't go on with him looking at me that way." I wasn't aware that I was looking at her in any particular way. I took it as a sign that it was past time for me to leave that university, that discipline, and that community, which in fact was true.
More recently, one of my coworkers informed me that I was wearing an expression of utter, violent hatred. But nothing could have been further from my mind.
Perhaps my default expression -- if you will -- is putting people off. I've been called "intimidating", though I think I'm basically a friendly sort. Maybe I need to spend more time in front of the mirror, practicing expressions. My father used to tell me that I was "incompletely socialized", that I didn't know how to interact with others. He was an asshole, but maybe he was right.
More recently, one of my coworkers informed me that I was wearing an expression of utter, violent hatred. But nothing could have been further from my mind.
Perhaps my default expression -- if you will -- is putting people off. I've been called "intimidating", though I think I'm basically a friendly sort. Maybe I need to spend more time in front of the mirror, practicing expressions. My father used to tell me that I was "incompletely socialized", that I didn't know how to interact with others. He was an asshole, but maybe he was right.