Having a bad face day

You’ve all heard the phrase “bad hair day”. Maybe even used it yourself.

But have you experienced a bad face day? And I don’t mean like when you have a giant zit blossom overnight right in the middle of your nose. I mean like everything seems normal but you just feel that you don’t look right.

I get a bad face day once in a while.

The other day, The Goonfather was driving me to a wardrobe-fitting session. I made some finishing touches to my makeup while sitting in the car (usually do that to save time). Fiddling with lipstick and gloss, I dabbed and blotted and dabbed and blotted and dabbed.

Finally, I gave my verdict. “I’m having a bad face day,” I told the Goonfather.

“What’s that?” he said, keeping his eyes on the road like the good driver that he isn’t.

“You know, like bad hair day? Except that what I’m having is a bad face day.”

He pulled his eyes off the road for two seconds to examine my face.

“You look great as always.”

“No I don’t. I’m having a bad face day.”

He didn’t argue back but shrewdly decided to go back to being fascinated with the road.

I continued frowning at myself in the car mirror.

Well, I don’t know, it just happens. Sometimes I look in the mirror and I think I look great. The next day, I do everything the same. Same makeup, same hairdo. But I look in the mirror and I think I look like shit. Something is wrong but I can’t pinpoint it. And I can’t make it right no matter how I try to fix my makeup.

And I don’t think it’s the makeup, anyway. I think it’s me. So I conclude that when something like that happens, it means I’m having a bad face day.

Or maybe what I have is a borderline personality disorder.

Who knows.

Have you ever had a bad face day?