Why Are You Staring At Me?
posted in Rantings |Staring is rude. Ask any New Yorker, who will give you a detailed map of where you can go, should they catch your eyes giving them the once-over, longer than the alloted 5 seconds.
However, I find myself doing just that, staring. I do not stare because I’m sizing someone up, but because I am enthralled by the distinct bone-structure of people from various places. Given the opportunity, I would jump at the chance to take a few archeology classes, just to pursue my need to know…”where did she get those glorious cheek bones?”
I am pretty good at narrowing a region, merely by looking at the person’s facial features. The placement of their eyes; the pigment of their skin; the shape of their nose and lips. They are not just of Asian decent, but I can usually determine if they are from the Philippines, or if they are perhaps, from Tibet. I am most recently intrigued by those of Mongolian decent, as they remind me so much of their Native American offspring. The distance between the two groups, often seems such a small gap.
I also marvel at the difference in the bone structure of those from Ethiopia, and let’s say, someone from the Ivory Coast. Of course, many people travel, marry those from other villages, towns, and countries, creating a new wonderful look.
So, next time you feel someone starting at you, please take heart. It could simply be a look of adoration…better yet, it could be me, trying to determine what exotic land you came from.