This is real and it kinda hurt my feelings.
Yes, I have feelings. Strange- I know.
Over the course of the years, comments have been made about my stern face. I was even counseled at a job for appearing “mean.” As I pointed out to this person-in-charge…this is my face. How can I be counseled on my face?
Yesterday, I had an opportunity to speak with a trainer at the gym I have been using for approximately 4 years now. We were discussing a jump-start boot-camp kinda program when I mentioned that none of the other trainers had ever approached me about this program…EVER.
Without hesitation, he informed me that they all thought I was mean. I paused and waited for the **chuckle** followed by the “just kidding” joke. But it didn’t come. He flat out informed me that I appeared mean.
“Why?” I asked…
Let me break this down:
- I don’t talk to people in the gym: because I am there to workout. It doesn’t mean that I haven’t spoken to people it’s just that I don’t make a habit of it. And, any true gym enthusiasts don’t break their concentration to chat about the weather.
- I wear headphones: to listen to my music. The music I selected to motivate me in the gym AND it has no commercials to break up my rhythm.
- I don’t smile: because I am working out. The closest thing you are going to get to a smile is if I am gritting my teeth.
Seriously, I’m a pretty cool person who can be and is a fierce friend. I can’t wrap my head around the fear people have of my face. So, because I’m not walking around like some psycho Harley Quinn wanna-be I must be mean…?
Maybe it is my body’s way of saying-
“If you can’t handle the wrapping you can’t handle the gift inside.”
If my face gives you pause- cool. That means I have more time for the important people in my life.
New Ink. Used Ideas. 