As published on Elite Daily.
My name is Courtney, and I suffer from a little complex known as RBF, or as some of you may know it, Resting Bitch Face.
Let me be the first one to tell you that living life with such a complex has its problems.
I’m often viewed as being negative, nasty, irritable, tired, condescending, elitist and my personal favorite, a bitch.
Every moment I show my face is met with some overly inquisitive concern about my well-being.
“I’m fine,” has become a normal phrase in my daily existence.
For those of you who suffer from Resting Bitch Face like me, here are nine all-too-familiar scenarios you can definitely relate to:
My boyfriend and I are riding in the car, on our way to dinner.
I’m sitting silently in the passenger seat, my head resting on the back of the headrest. I’m singing along in my head to “Hotline Bling,” and just kind of resting my face after my long day at work.
“Are you mad at me?”
Nope. Not even in the slightest.
Just sitting here, resting. You know, long day at the office.
It’s 8 am on a Sunday morning.
I grab my cup of coffee and walk out to the front porch to have a conversation with my mom. The sunlight is beaming toward my eyelids.
“Are you feeling tired?”
Nope, just going through my day as normal.
You know, waking up.
The new girl at work starts a conversation with you one day with this opening sentence:
“You’re actually really nice.”
It’s good to know you judged me by my looks, RBF symptoms and little black dress I got on sale at Nordstrom Rack, instead of who I am as a person.
I’m sitting in the car with my boyfriend.
I’m still sitting calmly in the passenger seat, enjoying the fact that we don’t have to fill every nanosecond with conversation.
We’re just enjoying each other’s company.
“Are you sure you’re not mad at me?”
The same new girl at work begins talking to you on a regular basis.
You go out for coffee. You invite two other coworkers along with you.
You sit, you laugh and you converse. Then, she turns to you –salted-caramel-mocha-face and all — and says,
“I thought you were really snobby when we first met.”
Book, meet cover.
Your sister pulls her car up to your apartment. All you do is sit in the car for eight seconds.
“Is everything alright?”
Two whole minutes go by, and your sister asks you again.
“Are you sure everything’s alright?”
You’re literally just standing there, doing nothing.
“Why don’t you take a nap? You look exhausted.”
Yeah, I’m tired of you asking me if I’m tired.
Any conversation a girl with RBF has had with her current best friend:
“I hated you when we first met.”
Why? I’m pretty sure I didn’t, like, kiss your boyfriend or slash your tires or something.
This is basically every conversation I’ve had with any significant other, roommate, coworker, boss, parent, sibling, neighbor or human-being to have ever existed:
“Are you absolutely positive you’re not mad at me?”
No. Now, I’m actually mad at you.