As you my have discerned from the title, my resting bitch face (RBF) seems to cause people to have a philosophical explosion with helpful little quips like “smile,” or “why do you look so sad?”
The lovely little thoughts I have regarding these little jewels of advice can only be described as rage induced murder daydreams.
Although whilst I was traveling, I was asked for directions several times. Considering that RBF is a lifetime condition I have made the following determination:
You want me to smile until you are lost as shit then you want someone who looks like they know where they are going.
Except I WAS ALSO LOST. HA! You have been bamboozled by my faux self assurance.
I was only 50% lost. So, because RBF doesnt make me want to intentionally mislead you, I helped you out.
Because people RBF are capable of a myrid
Also, we are probably better at poker.