I have one.
And it’s unfortunate…
No, I’m not mad.
No, I didn’t wake up on the wrong side of the bed.
No, I’m not judging you (even though I definitely have cause).
And no, I don’t want to kill you (or even maim you).
It’s just my face.
I do not have a mirror on my person every day (or ever)… so it’s very hard for me to know what my face looks like to others, at any given moment.
I just assume that 10% of the time I have something in my nose, 40% of the time I have something in my teeth, and 25% of the time I have something in my nose and teeth.
However, 92% of the time I have something on my face: a neutral expression that some people might mistake for “bitchy”.
First of all, I’m not bitchy, and second of all, I have never been bitchy.
I’m the nicest person I know.
I just happen to have to have a face that suggests otherwise… a face that suggests that I might punch you if you get too close.
I won’t punch you.
(Please give me a reason to smile.)
Okay, some people call it “resting bitch face” and some people call it “bitchy resting face.” I think the latter makes more sense because it suggests that your resting face is bitchy. “Resting bitch face” makes it sound like your bitchy face is taking a rest, which would mean that you’re smiling.