Me with the exact opposite problem . Also people don't think i am mysterious they just think i am an asshole which is fine by me.
I'm right there with you. I'm generally quiet around new people because I want to get a feel for them. So my silence plus my resting bitch face means most people see me as an asshole until I get comfortable enough to speak casually.
I have removed the uncivil comments in this discussion. Please remember rule 1 and keep it civil.
Not you, THE MASTERMIND. You are fine. And I think you're mysterious! You are a puzzle for me to solve and I am terrible at solving puzzles so it will probably take me a long time to think about until I forget about it tomorrow.
It's not your fault. You have resting enigma face.
His eyes hold a glint that could be a concealed wisdom or a harbinger of thoughts best left unspoken. The shadows seem to cling to him, as if drawn by the gravity of a story untold. The mustache above his lip is a deliberate mark of distinction, setting him apart, a relic of another era perhaps, or a choice that defies the norms.
You ain't gotta call me out like that
Okay you got me
Ouch. No need to get personal.
At least you still have your sweet scorpion jacket.
Me with the exact opposite problem . Also people don't think i am mysterious they just think i am an asshole which is fine by me.
I'm right there with you. I'm generally quiet around new people because I want to get a feel for them. So my silence plus my resting bitch face means most people see me as an asshole until I get comfortable enough to speak casually.
I have removed the uncivil comments in this discussion. Please remember rule 1 and keep it civil.
Not you, THE MASTERMIND. You are fine. And I think you're mysterious! You are a puzzle for me to solve and I am terrible at solving puzzles so it will probably take me a long time to think about until I forget about it tomorrow.
It's not your fault. You have resting enigma face.
Thanks 😂
I feel called out by this.
Was it a nightcall?
No, it's a function of my ADHD/anxiety.
A real human bean
Me when I try to be silent and mysterious
His eyes hold a glint that could be a concealed wisdom or a harbinger of thoughts best left unspoken. The shadows seem to cling to him, as if drawn by the gravity of a story untold. The mustache above his lip is a deliberate mark of distinction, setting him apart, a relic of another era perhaps, or a choice that defies the norms.
You ain't gotta call me out like that
Okay you got me
Ouch. No need to get personal.
At least you still have your sweet scorpion jacket.