That face you make when mathematical intuition and formal proof are having a toxic relationship. Every mathematician has been there - staring into the abyss of a theorem that feels so obviously true you'd bet your PhD on it, but the formal proof remains as elusive as academic job security. You're just sitting there, drink in hand, contemplating whether to add "trust me bro" as a valid proof technique in your next paper. Fermat knew this feeling all too well with his "I have a marvelous proof that this margin is too small to contain." Yeah right, buddy. Four centuries of mathematicians just collectively rolling their eyes. The real math life isn't about finding answers—it's about looking suspiciously at statements that mock you from the whiteboard while you contemplate a career change to literally anything else.