Imagine yourself eating and talking to your friends at a public eating facility, let it be Five Guys or Cold Stone Creamery (whatever your heart desires), when this person walks past you drilling holes into your forehead. The stinging pain of the nail catches your attention and your eyes see this person staring at you. You take in their facial expression and it seems as if they have seen a three headed human.
Your reaction?
You can respond in a extremely negative fashion. "What are you looking at?" Falcon punch.
You can respond in a calmer negative fashion without jail time. Look up and raise your eyebrow. Give them a glare and see what happens.
Of course you can ignore them. Ignoring is good sometimes. You don't know this person looking at you. You don't owe them anything and your mother did not born (ha) you into the world to be hurt by some random human staring at you (like you have three heads). Who knows? They probably know you from somewhere.
That's probably it. They recognize you or they think they do.
My advise is this. Ignore them and think positively. Maybe the person staring at you was stunned by your overwhelmingly, joint-stiffening beautiful (or handsome) features. Your eyes could be as blue as the bluest ocean or as dark as the darkest night in Antarctica. The Gods and Goddesses could have personally weaved every single strand of hair on your head. Cupid pierced their heart and you were in their line of sight. Wrong time. You were just a victim of wrong timing.
Yes. Think that way because, you are an amazing person and don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise.
To be honest, this confidence boost of a blog is partially aimed at myself. I hate people who stare. It is rude.
I am only defending people who stare right now because, my mother does it with no shame. She has no shame. At times, she is embarrassing and at times she is hilarious:
"Hey, Mom, did you-....Mom? Mom? Mom?"
"......Huh, what Yan? Did you see that?"
If only I can record my mother whenever she is shocked by something. I love my mother.
I love the end of this. It's so sweet. I have the same epiphany with certain friends all the time. I'm just sitting there and all of a sudden I'm hit with the realization: "I love my friend, he's so awesome!" or something similar.
ReplyDeleteI have a confession. I'm probably one who stares. I like to figure people out so I watch (yes, I know Stalker!). I'm sure I've freaked out my share of people. But there was this one guy once back when I was in 9th grade. Everyday at lunch he'd stare off into space. It's not a problem, but I just happened to be on the other end of that space. It did freak me out slightly.
~Rachel Van Liere
I stare sometimes on accident. It is rude. But usually if I am staring at somebody, it is because I think they are cute or look interesting, or maybe they are having an interesting conversation. I only stare for bad reasons of somebody is saying horrible things that are racist or sexist or homophobic or something and I want them to be aware of my disapproval.
ReplyDeleteI also like the ending. It's terribly sweet.