Most of the time when you Google your symptoms, you turn out to have cancer. At least, that’s what the World Wide Web makes you believe. So when my throat hurts or my wrist aches, I don’t google it. It will probably be nothing and I will hope for a quick painless recovery. So my surprise was big today when I came across a condition I’ve been diagnosed with for several years. Though there is no cure, it is nice to give it a name. My condition is also called RBF; Resting Bitch Face.
It has caused a lot of irritation over the years. As well as from my part as of friends and strangers. Some of the symptoms that may affect others are:
- “Is she joking or serious?” No, most of the time I am begin sarcastic, you just don’t get it. Do you really think I have such a sick mind?
- Several people have told me that I’m a genuine nice person, which makes me raise my eyebrows. “I thought you were a bitch that was looking down on me when we first met.” Wait, What?!
- “Were you angry when this picture was taken?” Nope, I just didn’t know they were taking pictures, that’s my normal face.
Most friends know of my condition, but I have encountered quite some people who told me to smile more, “wasn’t I having fun?” Actually, yes is was. To be more precise, I was having a lot of fun, though not smiling, but relaxed. Which shows an angry face when having Resting Bitch Face. So whenever you meet new people that are not smiling all the time, don’t judge them, they may be diagnosed with Resting Bitch Face. And in my case, I will let you know when I’m angry, you will notice…
Dit-oui 