Do people know how you feel by looking at your face?

When I’m mirth, yes.
When I’m down, sad, or anxious, also yes.
My face gives me away.
Used to be not the case, for the better part of my life (I could hide behind my jovial face), but nowadays my feelings translate directly to my face.

I am lousy at hiding my frustration or displeasure. And I am really not good at expressing joy or happiness. So most people think I am usually pissed off.

@rebbel :)
@zenvelo – I can’t hide my laughter at your answer. :)

No, I have resting bitch face

And with you, @lucillelucillelucille?

@rebbel – I usually don’t bother to cover it up. XD

I can guess how they feel looking at my face! But seriously, yeah, I can’t really hide my emotions. My best friend can tell how I feel by just my hello on the phone.

@lucillelucillelucille I think that is wise.

@rebbel -Unless your playing poker.

Same as @ARE_you_kidding_me, resting bitch face. When I’m happy, everyone can tell, otherwise i think they assume I’m busy or pissed…lol

I am in nearly constant pain. It shows on my face, but people mistake the grimace for anger.

Strangers tend to be defensive around me. Once I start talking they immediately recognize the appearance does not match the tone of my voice.

Kids are the exception. As with movie kids being able to see ghosts and magical creatures, they see right past my pain mask.

@Patty_Melt -That is interesting. I wonder at what age do they lose their sensitivity to that or do they remain empathic for the duration of their lives?

I mean, often people around me will ask what am I up to or what have I just done? In a way that suggests mischief on my part, must be the divil in moi oi…as some Irish loon probably once said.

@ucme – I do not have any doubts as to the truth in your statement. :)

@lucillelucillelucille That is to your credit young lady :D

@ucme – :)

^^ Get a room.

@janbb -XD

Oh but this is a room, & the walls have ears which flap like a flag in a hurricane :)

@lucillelucillelucille it is forced out of them.
During her first week in kindergarten my daughter was disciplined for leaving her seat without permission. It made no difference that she explained she was getting tissue for a little girl who couldn’t stop crying.
The teacher told me in a way which directly hinted I should do something about it.
I did.
In front of said teacher I told my daughter that she should not leave her seat without permission, but I was very proud of her for looking after a classmate in pain.
My daughter, and consequently, I were in constant trouble her first three years there because the little girls wanted to greet each other with hugs and touching is forbidden.
This all took place in Reno, where there is a high school called Hug High, and their students staunchly defended their right to do just that, with help from the media. I bet a news clip could still be found by googling Hug High hugs, Reno, Nevada.
So, when they have their little souls sandpapered like that, is it any wonder they come out shiny little heartless china dolls?
Gawd! I couldn’t wait to get my daughter out of that tepid environment!
She still looks after sad little pals, it is only me she no longer cares about.

@Patty Melt Terrible story. Beasts raising our babies.

Hopefully your girl will grow out of it, many of us hated our parents for years. Hugs.

@Patty_Melt -That is a shame.

I’ve been told that I’m inscrutable.

I had to look up inscrutable

@josie -I just looked it up and saw you.

Probably.