EVIL EYE
I dislike being stared at. I understand that in public, people are bound to stare at each other. Brief stares of recognition are okay. Prolonged, deliberate stares are rude and make me uncomfortable.
I especially hate men who stare. There’s a difference between a man who gives you a brief, fleeting stare of admiration, and a man who acts like he has the right to devour you with his eyes… and take his sweet time doing it.
Like the guy who stared at me for 30 whole minutes today while I was in class. He was staring at me unblinkingly like he owned the very sight of me, with this grin that made me want to punch him in the face.
So I did something I’ve never done today. I glared at him back, straight in the eye, very deliberately. Only for a few seconds but with apparently enough power to make him physically cower and look away. He looked terrified, like a dog with his tail between his legs. Needless to say, he stopped staring.
Geez.
