Staring
I hate it when people stare at me. It makes me want to wither away and disappear. What's really hard is trying to hold eye contact with the starer when they're talking to you. Sometimes, it's like they can't even make an effort not to stare. It makes me feel like a freak - freak with a capital F. It makes me want to poke their eyes out...ok...maybe that's too extreme.I never stare at people. Well, maybe I do but I never get caught. Yesterday, I was staring at a guy on the bus who was missing the top part of his ear. I wasn't staring because I thought he was weird...I was staring because I was fascinated. But I didn't get caught. And whenever I do, I don't continue staring. I look away like most normal people and glance every once in a while. Maybe I'll start wearing a paper bag over my head.
posted by Rebekah @ 10:41 PM
4 Comments:
you're so cute though. placing a paper bag over your head would only be a disservice to this world.
I second that!
Bek, why ARE you so beautiful?? What isn't real? ;)
Well I haven't put a paper bag over my head yet...I think lack of air would be a problem.
Did you have to bring that up Jeana? :P. Just kidding. A smile totally cracked on my face, even though I tried to suppress it! I can just hear Dave Orr asking that with an East-Asian accent ;).
As to the answer to that question, my "never fail" reply is "My father is Chinese and my mother is American". I kind of leave it open-ended which leaves the audience to come to their own conclusions :). It's such a weird question though! Is there even a right answer?
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