tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15110364.post1155945223311146282..comments2023-06-21T03:51:37.117-04:00Comments on Keeping Up with the Joneses: Chronic Concentration Face--My Cross to BearShelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04303149820639429833noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15110364.post-52867354155950733222012-03-08T14:36:23.662-05:002012-03-08T14:36:23.662-05:00As you know, I have the same problem. My mother s...As you know, I have the same problem. My mother started telling me at a young age that it was helpful because no one ever knows what you're thinking, but it's also kind of isolating, as few people want to approach you. Some not very kind person told me I looked like The Terminator. That's nice. I pretty much own it at this point in my life. It now works very well to my advantage. If you take the time to get to know me, we'll probably be friends because my personality is more of a slow burn than a flash in the pan. If you are put off by ANOTHER PERSON'S FACE...there's a good chance we were not destined to be friends anyway.Irishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09951917581178505043noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15110364.post-6365062130816678012012-03-08T11:55:31.353-05:002012-03-08T11:55:31.353-05:00Once upon a time, I was an executive officer in a ...Once upon a time, I was an executive officer in a sorority. I ran for this office, because I didn't want to depend on other people to take care of chapter business. I was in charge of educating new members on the chapter before they were initiated.<br /><br />When talking to the chapter about such "important" tasks as decorating the house for socials, they all said I was mean and that they hated asking me questions, because I looked like I wanted to kill them in their sleep.<br /><br />Finally, when introducing myself to my class of new members, my first announcement on my agenda was:<br /><br />1. "This is just my face."<br /><br />I proceeded to explain that I wasn't always mad, but whether I'm thinking or daydreaming or staring off into space, the bone structure in my face maintained its composure at all times, making me look angry.<br /><br />After they got initiated and I was allowed to hang out with them as sisters and not as their house marm, they told me it was like they were meeting "fun me" for the first time.<br /><br />I thought I was always fun, sad panda.<br /><br />I, too, make up songs in public and sing them loudly for all to hear.<br /><br />I also just went through and checked all my grammar. Just for you, bosom buddy.Audreyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09491215798106401557noreply@blogger.com