Is it rude to stare? I guess it is, but I still do it. Well, I guess it is better to say, I stare without trying to stare.
I guess I am just curious…
about the life around me. And taking photographs sort of eases my compulsion to stare.
But what I really think is that that I stare to connect… to see if people are like me with problems, anxiety, joy, purpose, defeat. hope, sadness… I am always wondering about motives or what drives people to look a certain way, or react a certain way or hide emotion. I am always wondering what kind of background each has… what she thinks about about God or family or home…
Sometimes I feel so many things so deeply, and I think I am staring at others trying to see if they feel the same things that I do…
It is risky to express to others some of what I am thinking or feeling and not receive any connection in return.
It is much easier just to stare, searching for common threads of human experience….
C. S. Lewis said, “We read to know we are not alone.” Today people watch reality shows to know they are not alone. It seems voyeuristic.
But for me, that is not entirely true.
I think I stare to know I am not alone… to identify myself with the human race in my shameful weaknesses and glorious strengths.