I’ve known for quite some time that I struggle with RBF. For those unfamiliar, RBF (Resting B*tch Face) is a syndrome that plagues so many of us. A lot of people think I’m pretentious or stuck up, but I swear I’m not. If you have RBF, you could be sitting on a park bench, pushing a stroller, driving in your car, and you have a completely pissed off look on your face. But in fact, you’re perfectly happy.
Here’s how you know:
People always ask you if you’re okay.
I’ve learned to just admit my RBF to people. It’s so much easier than hearing “Is something wrong?” ALL.THE.TIME. My true friends know my face and really know when something actually is wrong.
A random guy in a bar has told you to smile.
I’ll admit, when someone tells me this, I really do become the person my face makes me look like. Even when I was single, this annoyed me to no end. Guys, if you’re trying to talk to a girl, that’s not the way to do it. I wasn’t pissed off before, but I sure am now.
You feel completely content but you look like Scarlett O’Hara and Kristen Stewart rolled into one.
I never realize I’m walking around with RBF until someone points it out or I see a photo. Then I think, damn, I look like a real b*tch. I think Scarlett really pioneered the look, so at least I have that expression resemblance going for me.
Your friends admit that they didn’t like you at first.
I’ve had a couple people tell me that they purposely didn’t speak to me at first because of my lovely expression. One friend (who is now a close one) said “I really was unsure as to whether or not to talk to you.” My best friend also suffers from RBF and in high school everyone called her sister “the nice one.” Gotta work on this people, either you get written off or you intimidate someone. Or you just say screw it.
You have a murderous look on your face but you’re really just thinking about cooking dinner.
I’m usually running a to do list in my head and my concentrated look tends to be seen more as angry. I’m a multi-tasker and sometimes it gets the best of me.