How do we feel about eye contact?
It’s kind of like a hug. Or sex. Too short and there’s no connection. Too long and it’s awkward. And exhausting.
I for one, don’t trust anyone who won’t make eye-contact. I believe they are sinister and creepy. They are clearly hiding something. Like the location of a body…or the name of a good tailor.
But what about unbroken eye contact?
Serial killer, right?
That or an accountant. Played by Nicolas Cage. Gawd, he’s the worst! His unblinking, unbroken eye contact in movies skeeves me out!
Ugh! Don’t get me started on no-blinkers!
Unless they have a rare medical condition like their eyelids are too short or don’t close at all, I really feel like someone nice, like a friend (who are we kidding?) or their mother, should advise them to blink once-in-a-while. It’s just common courtesy for god’s sake.
What about eye darters. You know those people whose eyes dart around wildly while you’re trying to have a conversation? Jinky right? I mean, what are they doing? Searching the room for fire exits?
And last, but most certainly not least—the cleavage starer. Unable to even hide the fact that staring at my boobs might be degrading and inappropriate, these pervs cannot help themselves. So how can I be mad? Boobs to them are like flames to a moth and since their brains are about the same size they operate on a similar kind of kind of primal instinct.
Conversation over. Besides, I might use words with more than two syllables that could easily confuse them.
I’m not dissimilar to you guys or anybody on the planet for that matter. All I want out of human interaction is a connection. I want to be heard and understood. And I equate eye-contact with presence. End of story.
So, who knew we, (and I’m including you because I know you’re with me on this) were so opinionated about something as ordinary as eye contact?
Huh…
Maybe we need to get a life?
Carry on,
xox
