The Psychology of Crowds

Anyone ever think someone was staring at them and then realized they weren't? Well, this has happened to me many times -maybe because I'm a bit paranoid and a bit of an egoist (yes, egoist). I also have had some pretty blatant offenders catch me on a bad day, though. I give them the exaggerated stare and the off-center neck extension to communicate my "displeasure" at being stared at.

As a woman, I get a little tired of guessing if it is a menacing look or just an admiring look...because I sometimes can't really tell the difference -so out shoots the neck and the bug-eyes and then they are really sorry they even looked at me. Do I have issues? I think not! (Chuckle). I dunno...maybe I should be flattered...that 15 year old kids and/or 80 year old men are checking out my butt! Ewwwww... I mean, I know I'm a goddess, and all, but seriously! I also love observing men checking women out. As long as it's not me, it's kinda funny...and kinda cute, at times. Sometimes, it's downright creepy. There's this skinny, older guy that rides the BART that is a disturbing likeness of an evil Orville Redenbacher -with his red bow tie and his wee beady eyes. Imagine that "Orville" isn't smiling and has brown hair...then you will see what I see. But I'm sure the real Orville was a very sweet man, bless his little (dead) heart.



The guy always stares at the women around him. Somehow, I don't think he's sending good wishes their way because he always seems to be hard-faced and sullen. I'm not trying to be mean -and sometimes you just don't know about people. At least, I don't. Perhaps he is just lonely...(And I wonder why I get into trouble so much)