They can’t all be mad! All those faces I see behind the wheel, or walking in and out of stores, or gripping carts as they navigate grocery aisles. There has to be more joyful souls out there than it appears. There just has to.

But then I looked at myself. Unless I was queued with a 3-2-1 to smile, candid photographs of my own face often appear pretty grim. This discovery was shocking because I’m actually happy as a clam in these shots, but you’d never know it.
This got me thinking about the idea of a default face. By definition “default” is a preselected option when no alternative is specified, so default in this case is the position my face falls into automatically. Repetition has programmed it. We work a lot to develop a similar condition in dance, repeating a move 50 times until muscle memory takes over to automate the movement.
A women down the street goes by my house on her daily walk and, frankly, looked kind of mean to me when we first moved in. Her eyes were always lasered straight ahead. She never looked right. She never looked left. Not even when I walked passed her. And I was new so did sort of expect a welcoming smile. Fast forward six months. We’ve officially met and, lo and behold, she’s nice as pie. Just much quieter and more reserved than me.
So… all those faces I’ve been observing over the years, all those faces I’ve judged to be living miserable lives? WRONG. If you’re having a bad day or a bad week, fine, your face can’t help but reflect it. But if life is good or even just “not bad”, altering that default face will reflect the person you really are.
I’m a people person so I’m checking in with my face more often these days. All it takes to connect is the slightest of smiles. Grinning isn’t necessary. Just curving my mouth up a little often prompts a smile or a word from the person standing in line next to me.
I don’t want to keep looking in the mirror, so I’m not sure how to re-program my default mode other than asking my husband to play a game of “Guess my mood”. Just being aware of it is helping, though, so maybe I won’t have to trash the next photo.
My company had an internal campaign for a while in which employees were asked to keep a hand mirror at their desks, and to check the mirror and smile before they answered the phone. It was hokey as heck but seemed to make a difference. Someone who is smiling will answer the phone in a much friendlier and more helpful way than someone who's mad about being interrupted or harassed. It's all part of the same thing, which is being aware of how we project ourselves into the world. In my home town of Langley I find most people exceptionally friendly, though some do wear those serious expressions you mention. I smile and greet them warmly and sometimes they're just utterly shocked, but after that they're ready for me and remember to smile when they see me walking toward them.
Thank you, Dan. I never thought of this, but it's great advice. The first response I got from the "default face" post was an email from a friend whose book group just had a discussion on their RBF's, Resting Bitch Faces. Ha! I wish I had thought of that before I wrote the piece.