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While sitting in the waiting room waiting for my name to be called, I began to hypothesize…

If there ever was a nationwide survey on the percentages of people who stare at others (which I’m sure there probably is), the percentage is probably high.  Most people would say that they hate being stared at, no matter what the situation.  But, it seems that staring goes up steadily when people are sitting around bored, in waiting rooms.

Most people have become savvy waiters, because they have to do it so often in their lifetime’s.  So, they may bring along a good book, their I-pods, some toys for the kids, while sitting around and waiting.   It’s almost like they send their body into a coma-like state until they are tended to.

But, it’s always irritating and rude when people take advantage of others who are trapped there in the waiting room like birds in a cage.  What I mean by this is when someone stares someone else down, making them feel very uncomfortable while they are unwillingly waiting as long as it may take, before they’re out of there.  I’ve observed many a time when someone is busy thumbing through whatever outdated magazine that was lying on the table beside them, and other person begins staring at them.   Of course the person can feel the eyes of the other person boring through their soul, so they look up to see the perpetrator, just as the other person pretends to look away or be doing something else.  Why is it that people can be so rude to stare another person down while they are busy and not paying attention to them?  Is it that they are so very interesting?  Surely, it can’t be that…

Truthfully, I don’t think people are interesting enough to be stared down for a long period of time, with or without their faces shoved into a magazine or book.  But, when did the common courtesy for others fall away?  In the 1950s almost everyone was cordial, people gave a little smile or head-nod when someone made eye contact with them. Now-a-days you get the death glare.  What’s the deal with that?

Either way, life is all about our differences and yet it’s also about finding common lines between the variety of human personalities out there.

Just then a woman tapped me on the shoulder and said, ” Honey, you’ve been looking at those people over there for quite some time.  Do you find them interesting?”

I looked up at her and giggled quietly to myself, “Oh, i’m sorry, was I staring?”

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