There is nothing quite like family.

Family is kinda like that one ex that you always find yourself running back to (except without all the regret and the angsty breakup texts that come along with it).

I digress.

Point being, family is always there – on the good days, the bad days, and even the days that you forget to shower (thanks guys). They still remind you to tie your shoes before you leave the house, and they wake you up when your alarm goes off 6 times and you still haven’t gotten out of bed. They support you in the bad times, applaud you in the good times, and, of course, lovingly humiliate you in all the worst times.

Unless you’re my brother, who likes to strip down every ounce of pride and good character that I have left in my body after enduring a 15-week semester from hell.

Totally kidding. I love my brother. And my semester wasn’t actually personally gifted to me by Satan himself.

But that doesn’t negate the fact that during Thanksgiving break this year, he decided to tell me that I’m the family member with the “resting bitch face”.

“It’s not that bad,” he tried to tell me.

Thanks. Happy Thanksgiving.

What is it about the infamous “RBF” that makes some people just… have it? Why do I have one, but my mom doesn’t? Why does the girl across the hall have one, but her roommate doesn’t? Why does the cashier at Dairy Queen have one, but everyone who gets ice cream from her doesn’t?

It’s talent. It has to be.

I guess I don’t disagree with my brother. But he’s definitely the first one to have ever pointed it out. If you’re anything like me (and your brother tried to soften the blow by telling you that Pout-Pout Fish was “your book”), then you might resonate with these 7 things whenever someone asks you, “Do you know what an “RBF” is?"

1. You’re tired of people asking you if you know what “RBF” stands for every time you zone out.

I already know where this is going.

2. You’re constantly using the excuse, “I’m just tired” when people ask you if you’re mad.

I mean, I’m not lying. I’m in college. “Tired” is just another thing that courses through my veins and keeps me alive – alongside caffeine, Netflix, and probably really cheap alcohol.

3. Or “I’m just thinking.”

Thinking about the next time I’m going to get food, probably. No really, I’m not mad. Just hungry.

4. In fact, you’re rarely ever actually mad.

My zone-out time is just really sacred, that’s all.

5. But when you are, people usually can’t tell.

This one’s really convenient for all of us passive-aggressive introverts out there who hate drawing attention to ourselves.

6. You find other people with RBF’s and have to convince yourself that you don’t look like them.

Or maybe I do. Actually I don’t know. I hope I don’t.

7. You constantly remind yourself, “At least I’m not a psycho.”

Having a RBF can’t possibly be worse than having a creepy smile every time you zone out, can it?

I’ve learned that the nice thing about suffering from RBF is that it means alone time when you need it. Can’t be that bad, right? I mean, if it makes anyone more comfortable, I could start eerily smiling and laughing quietly to myself every time I zone out. But somehow I don’t think that would make the situation any less awkward. So instead, I’m just going to embrace my RBF for now. And maybe go read Pout-Pout Fish. But if I start to seem angry while I’m reading it, I promise I’m not. I’m probably just really into it.