I have an expressive face. Though no one has ever come out and told me so, I’ve seen plenty of candid pictures of me, contorting my face in the most unusual expressions.
Other times the expressions are intentional.
(that photo garnered a lot of attention- it was dubbed a “classic Lain face”)
I purse my lips when I’m angry. The corners of my lips turn up when I’m thinking of something funny. I furrow my eyebrows when I’m overly suspicious about something. My eyes darken when I’m sad.
This way of expressing these emotions is part of who I am. Part of what makes me an animated, lively person.
Lately, my face has not been so expressive. Instead it is flat, motionless. I keep trying to push that smile out, tell that funny story, even summon a suspicious twitch. Those attempts last only the amount of time socially required.
I wonder if it’s noticed. I feel varying degrees of concern, fright, and apathy if it is. But you won’t see that on my face.
(This is Day 3 of NaBloPoMo October 2012!)