I Read People's Faces

I do not exactly know how.  But I try to.

It's the genuine smile that one wears as I talk to one, for example, and it warms the heart.  But there is a smile that has a hidden meaning to it.  It just doesn't feel right.  There is something behind it.

When people look you in the eye, you also feel that authentic sympathy over something you vent about, or is happy about.  There is that look, however, of doubt, or derision, or animosity.

Watch the mouth.  Have you ever tried to watch the mouth?  How one's twisted smile gives way to an evil plan, or backwards to a simple smirk that tells you of disbelief.  Have you ever witnessed how a smile can turn into a pout?  Have you ever almost listened to the anger from tightened lips?  There is always that wide grin that tells how funny you are.

My brows always give me away.  Well,  one of them has an arch that moves involuntarily when I am pissed, or when in doubt.  I watched someone moved his brows to emphasize the things he wanted to say.  I see both brows move upwards when someone gleeful was narrating a funny story.

It is almost always so easy for me to read people's faces.  You can read mine, too, and I believe I am very transparent and so easy to read.