Increasingly I'll be in the middle of doing something, particularly something that requires me to concentrate, and I'll suddenly realize I'm making this less-than-flattering face.
It happens unconsciously. I have no idea I look this way for whole minutes at a time.
I always used to associate this face with old guys, particularly those who were baffled by some sort of new technology or an instruction manual written in badly translated English.
(This is assuming the guy is reading the instruction manual in the first place, which I know is a big leap.)
It horrifies me that I make this face, but I don't know how to keep myself from doing it. And really, when it comes to something like this, it's likely to happen more and more often as time goes on rather than just going away on its own.
The inevitable next step in my decline will be me offering everyone I meet a Werther's hard candy as they stare fascinated at my pants, which will be pulled up to my nipples.
As long as I'm not making The Face while I'm doing it, I think I can live with this scenario.
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