Everyday Struggles of Having an RBF.

We all know what RBF stands for, and if you don’t, just hit up the Urban Dictionary. They’ll be happy to help. So, yeah, I know I have a HORRIBLE RBF. It could be the number one cause for me not having many friends, but hey, quality over quantity. Am I right?

So, when it comes to smiling, I’m so lazy. I mean my face is so comfortable at its normal standstill. I have to use a whole lot of energy that I don’t have just to smile at one person. I pass by and see MANY people on a daily bases, so if I smile at everyone I know, I’d have wrinkles right now, ya dig? Usually, I just give this flat smile and go on with my life. Well, I began to notice that not many people smile back. I never knew why or if it was just a bad day, so I always just brushed it off. I mean, let’s be honest, if I got angry over EVERYONE who didn’t return a smile, I’d be a very sad person.

After many months of wondering why I don’t have *cough* friends *cough*, I saw a video that a friend got of me where I was smiling, or so I thought. No, it was NOT a smile. It was a “don’t talk to me,” face. I was so embarrassed and finally came to the conclusion that I literally do not know how to smile…at all. So, today I’m celebrating all of those who struggle daily with RBF. Women and men. Girl or boy. I’m here to say that I get it. I know your struggle. I live with it. Today we are here to just sit back, laugh and relate to these everyday struggles of having an RBF.

I feel like the reason I don’t have many friends is that people think I’m unapproachable. Yeah, I get it, I look like a b, but “I swear, it’s just my face.” If I had a dollar for every time I’ve said that sentence, I’d be able to fix my RBF.

“I never wanted to approach you because you seemed like a b.” I’m pretty sure almost all my friends have said this one line to me at least once. It’s gotten to where I now just expect it to be said at one point.

After actually getting to know me instead of just judging a book by its cover, you also get the infamous line, “you’re actually really nice.” I’m like, “Did you expect me not to be?”

I can’t tell you how many times my mom or teachers have come to the conclusion that I have a “bad attitude.” I mean, come on, I haven’t said a word to any of you. Oh yeah, I forgot that when you add no talking to an RBF, you end up with an eternal attitude.

When people actually do approach you, there absolutely has to be something wrong with you. I mean, no one’s face can look like that without being something wrong. Right? And that leads to the repeated question of, “are you okay?” When you say, “yes” they automatically think you’re lying to them, so they ask 238,478,923 more times, believing they might get a new answer. It’s like they don’t want you to be okay.

Oh, and the constant “cheer up” faces you get after finally proving to them that you are OKAY. Good grief.

Then, when you take their advice, you have to put in so much extra work to appear “happy.” I don’t know about you, but smiling is a chore for me. Seriously.

Of course, when you do smile, it comes off as fake because no one has ever seen you smile without effort. Don’t ya just love assumptions?

Let’s not forget the struggle of actually having friends. At least once a week they ask you, “are you mad at me?” When you tell them no because you have no clue what they are talking about, they insist that you are, and end up avoiding you for the rest of the day.

If you have ever struggled with any of these scenarios, you most likely have an RBF. But, hey, welcome to the club. It’s not always a great face to live with, but maybe when we are 60 we will look 30 years old due to the lack of smiling we’ve endured. Yeah, maybe not, but it’s something to wish for.

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Author: Victoria Jerde

Victoria Jerde is a writer who enjoys long walks through forgotten mine fields, cutting her hair spontaneously, and reading books that make her cry for no reason. She likes to spend all her money on face masks that probably don't make a recognizable difference, and she is also the type of person to lose everything that she owns. Her favorite hobbies include waking up at two in the morning because she thought of something to write about, sewing clothes when she gets stressed out, and being a fake IG model because hey, why not?

3 thoughts on “Everyday Struggles of Having an RBF.”

  1. I hate how we live in a place where if you say you’re okay, people just assume you’re lying. Dang, can’t I just be telling the truth?

  2. Ive been told I look really sad when my face is resting. I wonder if sad faces or B faces come from something that happened in the past. Maybe something appalled us so much that we’re forever stuck in a state of face like this.

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