A lot of times our (facial) expressions are laboured. We smile at people whose deaths we have been elaborately planning. We put on our *attentive faces* when someone explains to us how turning to xyz self-help item “changed their lives”. We look oh-so interested when someone shows us pictures of their (yet another) child.
My point being, we can if we like, control our expressions.
However, there are situations where what shows on our face is not really up to us. Moments of truth, let’s call them. When we can’t deny our shock, pain, glee, fear, terror, joy… Our faces become portraits of our feelings.
The one expression that always enthralls me to watch… Well, i call it “The Sadist Face”.
And here’s the recipe as I decrypted it:
One Part Lust.
One Part Fear
(..or trepidation, or carefully placed concern about losing control.)
Two parts Joy.
Add a smile for extra flavour.
A dash of wonder.
Call me a reaction junkie but the experience of being hurt feels incomplete without seeing this beautiful expression before my eyes.