Apparently I have Death Stare.
A way my facial expressions simultaneously convey a succinct ‘WTF are you DOING?!’ with a chilling side of ‘I will END You!’, wrapped up with that look your Momma gave you when you were acting a whole fool.
This was detailed to me by one of my aides. She explained how I shot her that withering look once and she has never forgotten it or the chill that it sent down her soul.
She fully expected a full throated litany of her offense. When none came, she expected I would retaliate in some way. When no retaliation followed, she said she made sure not to summon my ire in that way again.
So, two things:
Growth – maybe a younger Sandra would have done any number of those things. But you know, older, wiser, etc… and a level of grace for those who are helping me. I’m not easy and they’re not saints.
Her recount of how The Death Stare made her feel is fascinating. Who knew my face could convey so many complex and complete expressions in mere seconds?!
I cackled as she relayed her inner thought bubbles during said Death Stare.
I’ve always suspected but I was never sure – my looks can kill people in their souls
I don’t know why this fascinates/tickles me so much