My whole life I've gotten the "Hey, you should smile more!" It's just who I am. John once told me the happiest he ever saw me was when we got 5th row seats to Aerosmith and I was within spitting distance of Joe Perry when he went out on the walkway. When I went out on Wednesday night, Old Spice (as I shall refer to him) commented to his friend that I seemed reserved. His friend told my friend that I was hard to read. I've been told that before. Another friend of a friend commented that I was guarded. I analyzed self. I know I'm not a Debbie Downer. It's just if I'm going to smile it better be over something good. I also think my jobs have led to me having a kick ass poker face. When I worked in pediatric ICU I could not show my fear to parents or to the babies. When I worked in oncology I had to keep the calm face. Now in sales I have to conceal my "Do you know I can't stand you" thoughts from my customers. Belle, my Pilates instructor comments how my face doesn't change when I am doing tough moves. It's just me.
My niece and Polly have an idea. They are going to put me in a facial expression workshop. I'm not sure what it entails. I will let you know. All I can think of is Jim Carrey faces.
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