#inexpressive

[vanavedenneito]

Texting is the savior of inexpressive people

"HA HA HA I'm wheezing!!1🤣"

[redd956]

Being the stoic whumpee IRL is very weird. It's not necessarily that I can't express, but it's like a switch in my brain to express appropriately to dramatic and dangerous situations is off. When I'm sad I may weep a little, but I'll only sob hysterically when all is said and done, and usually in the comfort of loneliness.

I was once expressive, and people still claim my voice is loud, but any semblance of emotion in it is all a mask to appear polite, mature, and appropriate.

I can sound and be happy days where my depression doesn't claim me, but it's as simple as that. I cannot control how numb I may be, because there will always be a part of me afraid to be weak and vulnerable, that thrives off of being the reliable and unmoving one, no matter the cost.

I don't even remember when I first became like this. Maybe I lost one emotion at a time. Maybe it's just the quirks of my ptsd.

Either way the complacent neutral look on my face disgusts me, but I mustn't take it off, and I couldn't if I even tried

[arianwriter]

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[oldsouls-stuff]

It really sucks.

[itcouldbeme-ornot]

I have always urged you to speak up, to communicate, to be expressive. Have you ever wondered why? Why do I give so much significance to that matter? Because I, myself, do not do that. I am inexpressive. So I definitely know the pain of piling it all up inside. And you never realized that I was suffering. I never want you to do. Having your emotions hidden and your thoughts unvoiced is extremely damaging and agonizing. I do not want you to undergo such a distressing experience. I want you to be alright.

[egoisty]

insufficiently expressive?

People never seem to know when I’m not feeling well unless I say something, and even then I seem unable to communicate the extent of it. Does anyone else have this problem?

My current hypothesis is that my face isn’t naturally expressive so my resting “I’m sick” or “I’m in pain” face is indistinguishable from my resting “everything is fine” face.

It’s a bit of a problem, because I have migraines and anxiety, and I’m a bit of a hypochondriac, so I can’t rely on anyone but myself (not the best source) to gauge how unwell I am at any given time.

If I’m not in pretty extreme pain (relative to what I’ve experienced, not relative to what I can imagine based on other people’s descriptions of migraines), then I figure I’m functional, and I’m unsure what parts of that “functional” grey area are occupied by “unwell and should rest” and “just being a big baby and should push through it like an adult” and “you’d totally feel better if you didn’t overthink this shit.”

I tend to be overly expressive, if anything, when called upon to be social. (As an example on more than one occasion, people have poked fun at me for how vigorously I wave “hello.”) This could well be all acting, but I’ve been doing it so long I really don’t know.

(I’m not, to my knowledge, autistic, but I’m including the tag because I suspect this is a problem autistic people deal with a lot.)

[loveinthreedays-blog]

Yo, siendo lo más fría en sentimientos Y él, siendo lo más inexpresivo posible Me enamoré de él No hay motivo que explique esto Yo no creía en el amor Apareció él y se jodió todo !

Porqué enamorarme de él

[ombrellaa]

Between the lines.

Because it's not the words I say But the words you hear, I do not trust Not the things I do but the things that you might not find enough Not the times I fuck up but the times that haunt me after that Not us fighting but us on crossroads and dead ends No not you, but you leaving home Not my shadow but my reflection Not the future then, but the idea of future. I'm afraid and fragile honey, do you see? Hold me a little closer tonight.