Often, when I am thinking, I have been misread. The kind of people who take these things personally have accused me of being angry when I am simply pre-occupied. My father often accused me of sulking or pouting when I simply pondered. I have no idea what I look like at these moments, I can only extrapolate.
I believe I am not easy to read correctly. Not that the hostile and oversensitive don't see themselves reflected in my blank look. It's a phenomena that utterly baffles me, as I remain as oblivious to my expression as I am to the vestigial Canadian "oou" that creeps out when I am tired. (I can tell I've said Hoouse or aboout because D grins, then denies I've said anything faintly Canadian.)
Being surrounded by engineering and ADD type guys, I have little feedback when I might be looking grimly grouchy. They don't see it, they wouldn't read into it, and certainly wouldn't take it personally.
It still amazes and frightens me how often others claim as fact that I am angry, when I am still. How often they attribute malice to my face when I am making a mental list of tasks. At the breathtaking audacity of their assurance that they know what I am feeling and thinking, when I would never presume to tell them their minds. (Amazing they can live in anything so small...)
I have no idea what goes on in such leaky people, that cannot see that what they have in their hearts has nothing to do with me.