When studying etiquette, one learns that it is rude to stare. My mom was very tight on manners and etiquette, not that you can so much tell with me, it’s hard having ADHD and having good manners. I mean nobody’s perfect, some may be close, but almost is just not the same!
Anyway, a long time ago, I did learn that staring was rude. I know I was taught it, I’m sure of it. However, for some strange reason, I can’t stop staring at my boyfriend Mr. Opposite. It’s outright weird.
I stare at him ALL THE TIME. When sitting on the couch – staring. When out in public – staring. When we’re in the car, my head is turned to the left staring at his face the entire time. When he gets up to go to the kitchen, I watch (err, I mean stare at) every move he makes. My staring is so bad, that he has to repeatedly tell me to look the other way. Sometimes he will just look at me and point his finger forward and say ‘eyes that way’. What’s that all about? I can’t help myself. Is it that love him and I love looking at his face so much that I have zero sense of control and my ability to behave normally is completely out the window? Have I gone completely batty? Or, was I always outright weird?
Really, I’ve always known I was a bit odd. Sometimes in high school I’d wear blue modrobes, a bright yellow t-shirt with a red golf shirt over top and be so proud of myself because I had on all the primary colours. I’d be like a walking crayon box.
Regardless, this staring thing is out of control. It ups my weirdness level from a 6 to an 8, which leaves me from being only 2 points away from being sent to the looney bin. Thank god Mr. Opposite can find the humour in my staring because not many would be able to stand it. This partially may explain why he was my first real boyfriend in 8 years. Poor guy.