Verbally, I am not particularly articulate; I walk around a story when I try to tell one. It’s not that I don’t understand my emotions, or others, I just find it difficult to express them in their given situations i.e. you may find me laughing at funerals, or experiencing ‘Bitchy Resting Face’ on fun nights out.
Bitchy Resting Face:
While I dislike the term ‘Bitchy Resting Face’ it does accurately communicate that while I (and my fellow sufferers) may look bored/upset/annoyed we’re not, we are just internalising rather than expressing.
How does this relate to books? Books are the medium from which my emotions flow, sometimes I experience more emotionally from a book than a moment in real life. Books can reduce me to heavy tears or raucous laughter; I look forward to leaping into them, for my attention to be carried away by their stories or absorbed by their facts.