Resting ‘Sad’ Face

You know how some people are described as having a ‘resting bitch face’? Not me. No, I have a ‘resting sad face’. Yes, this is something I have created right now. No, I do not like it.

I say I have a resting sad face because every other day, someone walks past me, takes a second look at me, and then stops me, asking “Are you ok?”. First off, if I wasn’t ok, there’s no way I would share what was wrong. Too much pressure to talk, plus I’m not good at explaining why I’m sad. Second, most of the time, I’m not actually feeling down. It really confuses me, because I’ll say “I’m fine” and the person in question will think I’m just acting brave or whatever, and say “It’s ok, you can tell me.”

This obviously creates a lot of problems for someone who is socially anxious. These conversations make me doubt myself a lot, and wonder if actually I AM sad. Very weird, I know.

On the subject of being weird, I am. Weird in that socially anxious way. When I’m talking to strangers in public, my tongue…never says the right thing. Once, I was in a restaurant with my family, and the waitress brought over our food (I was having nachos YAS)and she said “Enjoy.” Now, the natural response is obviously “Thank you” and smile. Not me. So she puts my nachos down, says “Enjoy” and what do I say – “You too.” My heart literally jumped out of my chest. The waitress didn’t say anything, but I could see the corners of her mouth tugging upwards. Ugh, socialising is so hard, even just at restaurants.

Feel free to tell me your own experiences, or tell me how utterly weird I am 🙂