I am so god damn good at my game face that I started to hate myself. A lot.
I have a client who literally said I was the most passionate person he has ever met, and that I am fully of energy, creativity, responsible, reliable, social and generally so damn good at making things happen.
It’s all fake. My body is doing all of the above. My face and my expression is showing all of the above. That’s just years of muscle memory, and character development.
Inside I really don’t care. It’s the exact opposite. I don’t care if you are happy, or sucessful. I don’t care if you are sharing your dreams with me. I don’t care if you are paying me, or not paying me. I don’t care if you are motivated, having a kid, or travelling to Miami. I don’t care if you DM me the latest trend as if I would appreciate design-stuff.
I don’t care. Just fuck off.