In Your Face
"Be kind to me or treat me mean. I'll make the most of it, I'm an extraordinary machine."
I've been told my emotions are easily read. I wear them on my face and often can't hide if I am utterly disgusted by something. I recently had a conversation with a friend who has the very same "problem". She was even fired as a result.
I can relate.
But is it a problem?
I think the worst testament to someone’s personality is gossip. I don’t mind if people want to talk about me, but have some couth and say it to my face. Don’t smile at me and pretend to be a friend or someone who cares. What exactly does a person accomplish by talking bad about a person (be it distorted truth or flat-out lies) to other people?
I’m hot or cold. Lukewarm is for the feeble minded.
I’ve also noticed an epidemic of same-mindedness. Like a transmittable disease, someone says something, another repeats it to another, this time it accumulates a slightly new spin, and so on, and so on, and it goes on infecting minds and poisoning thoughts. People on the same bandwagon saying, "Yeah, that’s exactly it!" or "That must be true!" in unison over something they know next to nothing about. People taking a stab on a subject they presume is fact, when it is really an unjust juxtaposition lacking any regard to the truth.
My sister always tells me to trust first impressions. I believe what you think of a person when you first meet them will always ring true, even if at some time you change your mind. You will always find your way back to the original impression. I trust that opinion. And you can trust the look on my face—it always tells the truth.
I've been told my emotions are easily read. I wear them on my face and often can't hide if I am utterly disgusted by something. I recently had a conversation with a friend who has the very same "problem". She was even fired as a result.
I can relate.
But is it a problem?
I think the worst testament to someone’s personality is gossip. I don’t mind if people want to talk about me, but have some couth and say it to my face. Don’t smile at me and pretend to be a friend or someone who cares. What exactly does a person accomplish by talking bad about a person (be it distorted truth or flat-out lies) to other people?
I’m hot or cold. Lukewarm is for the feeble minded.
I’ve also noticed an epidemic of same-mindedness. Like a transmittable disease, someone says something, another repeats it to another, this time it accumulates a slightly new spin, and so on, and so on, and it goes on infecting minds and poisoning thoughts. People on the same bandwagon saying, "Yeah, that’s exactly it!" or "That must be true!" in unison over something they know next to nothing about. People taking a stab on a subject they presume is fact, when it is really an unjust juxtaposition lacking any regard to the truth.
My sister always tells me to trust first impressions. I believe what you think of a person when you first meet them will always ring true, even if at some time you change your mind. You will always find your way back to the original impression. I trust that opinion. And you can trust the look on my face—it always tells the truth.