This past month has been one of self-discovery. Through no fault of my own, I’ve been learning things about myself that I never knew before. Which is weird, because I think about myself ALL the time.
Admittedly, I’ve never been all that aware of my facial expressions. Unless, of course, someone’s taking a picture of me, in which case that’s the only thing I’m aware of. Otherwise, however, my thoughts—my intended private thoughts—have been emblazoned all over my intractable face. This fact I’ve known, but what I didn’t know is that I spend most of my life with furrowed brow. Yep, that’s it. That’s the most interesting thing about me. Apparently I wrinkle my forehead a lot. All it took was a couple people telling me I looked angry at times when I knew I wasn’t angry at all—like in church. Then, I would start catching myself at it…a lot…like all the time. I think it gives me headaches. So every time, I make a concerted effort to relax. It would seem, though, that my facial muscles are so thoroughly trained that “concentrated” is now their comfortable position. You would laugh at how many times I go through this cyclical process in the seconds that follow catching myself with a wrinkled forehead. So, until I conquer these indomitable corrugators I thought I’d post a little guide to show the difference between my angry face and my thinking face—because they are different.
Admittedly, I’ve never been all that aware of my facial expressions. Unless, of course, someone’s taking a picture of me, in which case that’s the only thing I’m aware of. Otherwise, however, my thoughts—my intended private thoughts—have been emblazoned all over my intractable face. This fact I’ve known, but what I didn’t know is that I spend most of my life with furrowed brow. Yep, that’s it. That’s the most interesting thing about me. Apparently I wrinkle my forehead a lot. All it took was a couple people telling me I looked angry at times when I knew I wasn’t angry at all—like in church. Then, I would start catching myself at it…a lot…like all the time. I think it gives me headaches. So every time, I make a concerted effort to relax. It would seem, though, that my facial muscles are so thoroughly trained that “concentrated” is now their comfortable position. You would laugh at how many times I go through this cyclical process in the seconds that follow catching myself with a wrinkled forehead. So, until I conquer these indomitable corrugators I thought I’d post a little guide to show the difference between my angry face and my thinking face—because they are different.
Thinking:
Angry (including two gems from high school):
8 comments:
Why are your angry faces from our super fun trip to Washington? Was it the constant clicking of Stephen's camera? Or the Puget Sound waves lapping against your ankles? Or the rush of the ocean air against your furrowed brow? I hope it wasn't me.
ha ha! Good times.
1. I think it would be cool if instead of having an "intractable" face, you had a retractable face. Like retractable claws.
2. I like that I was the one taking the pictures of your angry faces, and I can proudly admit that I was also the very source of that unbridled passion, eminating from your brow. Indeed, I dare say that I am solely responsible for a large portion of your brow furrowing, and it makes me laugh. And it makes me sad. Can't we be friends? ;)
Also I really don't like that you cut me out of the first "thinking" picture. That hurts, girl, it cuts me deep.
You know, a few little shots of botulism (botox, in case you're wondering what the heck I'm talikng about) in that forehead of yours can solve your furrowing problems forever. I don't know that any of us would recognize you without it, though!
I think maybe you're just angry all the time.....
You know, Laura, I've never thought of you as having an "angry" face! Maybe cuz we're always laughing. Love the pix! Don't you hate it when you aren't mad (you're simply thinking) and people say, "What's wrong? Is something the matter? Are you upset?" Then you think about it and decide maybe you should be angry about something! Happens to me all the time!
The tree one creeped me out a bit...I would not want to meet you in a forest with your angry face on. INTIMIDATION!
Oh my gosh.
That last picture will now be what I show people every time I'm trying to explain the difference between the 80s and the 90s. You are seriously rocking the Grunge look.
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