Friday, December 16, 2011
My parents taught me "It is not polite to stare". It is because of that very "lesson learned well" I have missed a lot in life.
My spouse stares at everything and everyone. It shocked me when we first met and I tried to break him of that rude habit. Now I understand it.
I have never known anyone more aware of their surroundings. Observation is an important detail in life.
Yesterday we drove around the lake,. Some men in camouflage gear with boat, truck and dogs were packing to leave. Ron fixed his gaze and took in every aspect of their procedures. They looked our way and Ron exchanged a nod with the men and they nodded back. They were totally unconcerned by his staring. If they had been loading a big catch of some kind, we would have stopped to ask about it and found out where they fished or hunted.
Suddenly I realized if these guys had been terrorists rather than hunters, perhaps we would have seen some evidence and been able to report it. Had I been alone, I would have averted my eyes because it is not polite to stare. I wonder why it is not polite to stare. Just think of all we miss in life when we do not stare.
Another time, however, while out for a drive, Ron fixed his gaze on a young woman mowing her yard. She was scantily clad and well endowed in the chest area. Somehow this trained observer swore he never noticed the woman and he was only staring at the great lawn mower.