I suffer from this.
I know that because Teens 1 and 2 remind me of it regularly.
“For God’s sake” they’ll hiss “stop giving them the evils”
More often than not I am actually thinking about something random and unconnected, like can I get away with wearing a skirt tomorrow without shaving my legs, or have I uploaded the meter reading.
But to the outside world it looks like I am a seething mass of anger and resentment judging and criticising everyone in my path.
This actually is the case in Waitrose on a Saturday morning but other than that I am innocent of all charges.
It is quite an affliction because people make snap judgments based what they perceive from your facial expressions. I may be dancing the Macarena on the inside but the person passing me in the street immediately assumes I am in a bad mood.
It is hard to control RBF because it is basically just the way your facial muscle fall. However, when I am in a situation where a cheerful first impression is vital I do try and make an extra effort. I consciously lift the corners of my mouth whilst channelling happy thoughts and clips of Michael McIntyre sketches. Sometimes it works but the half -crazed, twitchy lipped gurning look is not to everyone’s taste.
The great unfairness is that I do smile and laugh.
It’s just that when my mind is elsewhere my face just downs tools, goes on complete strike until I re-focus on the present.
I literally have sulky, work to rule facial muscles.
So if you ever pass me in the street, or stop your car next to mine at the traffic lights, PLEASE don’t take offence. I’m not thinking evil thoughts about you. I’m not thinking evil thoughts at all. Just give me a prod to come back into the moment and I will release my inner Macarena – goodbye Resting Bitch Face, hello Active Smile Chops. No gurning necessary.