There’s lots of little things (and some big things) to worry about in the mind of Christine Wy. Will I get the interview I want? Where did I put the romance novel I’m reading? Is the weather tomorrow finally going to be just right for my outdoor self-portrait?
My worry lately: will my face look like worry?
I’m worried about worry wrinkles. The wrinkles that make you look unhappy even if you just feel, you know, even.
Today, Peculiar Woman approached me and said, “You look like someone who is deadly bored.”
That stung. In the first place because it was Peculiar Woman, and in the second place it was just because I wasn’t smiling at my computer monitor. So does my regular face look like worry?
And—wait—if I am worried, is it wrong for my face to look worried? I mean, except that I don’t want the worry lines, right?
To counteract the worry, I try to smile to myself at random times. Now I’m worried I look creepy. Which makes me look worried…
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Who cares if you look bored when you really are? Who cares if you look worried when you really are? Smiling to yourself might make *you* feel better, though, so that sounds nice.
Except, I can appreciate the concept of controlling the information you share with people--like if you want to keep your depression to yourself, etc. Of course, faking it can also just make the depression worse.
Ah, emotions! What to do with them?
Here's my idea for hiding worry lines. Become an opera star. Chinese opera. They glom on so much makeup that it hides everything, and you can once again be a young princess sought after by the dashing Duke of Choi, or whoever. Of course you'll have to learn to sing in a high, screechy voice, and in Chinese. Difficult? Of course, but the nice thing is that you can worry about it all you want beneath the makeup-mask. You can become a virtuoso worrier and no one will ever know. :-)
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