Dilemmas Of RBF Syndrome - My Resting Bitch Face Is Serious

I honestly think my "Resting Bitch Face" is ruining my life. Seriously people is that even possible? I'm starting to realize that the face ma momma gave me just might be scaring people off. Just look at me - I've been snatching people's souls since birth man!

Okay, let me explain in case you are unaware of the RBF phenomenon. RBF is the characteristic, commonly associated with women, where people appear unintentionally emotionless and often times very angry - hence the term "Bitchy". A blank stare with a handful of salt is how I describe them, and based on how people have described my RBF, I could straight up plot and kill someone with my dagger eyes. RBF can range from daydreaming Patty, to watch out, I'm about to kick you and your dog. I'm not lying, there's scientifical proof to this - about the RBF, not kicking dogs.


I know, It's that bad everyone. At almost every job I've had,  at least one of my bosses would engage in this exact dialogue with me.


Then they go off and feel totally confused about the whole interaction, and frankly so am I. Even catcallers pick up on it "Hey baby girl! Why don't you cheer up! I bet I can put a smile on your face." Urgh NOOO! Boy Bye!

However, I can admit if it's at my current job, some of the time I am truly pissed off that I'm even there. I actually wouldn't mind destroying a few people with my laser eyes in real life. But 90% of the time I'm just thinking about absolutely nothing. Or I'm really happy, excited, thinking about my last conversation with my friend, watching TV, focused on something (especially when I'm focused), or just listening to music.

I know for a fact I've bypassed many potential friendships because people think I am a uber bitch and don't know how to approach me. (And to be honest, many fellas too...) Trust me we won't bark or bite your hand off. They're likely the sweetest, shy people in the world. Especially when it comes to me. I am naturally really quite and I wouldn't hurt a fly - maybe a mosquito.

Do you suffer from RBF too? What are your craziest stories?