Staring: The Three Things We Stare at the Most

Number One: One Another

People just can't seem to help themselves when it comes to inappropriate staring. Of course this includes each other. When in the company of others we will attempt to do it on the sly without being obvious. Under the brim of a hat or behind a large potted plant but the attempt will be there to do it when we think no one else is looking. This can sometimes be successful because our friends, co-workers, family and other onlookers are doing the same thing at the same time.

We will stare at one another for any reason out of the norms of social perimeters that is even slightly different. Boobs and butts are a given for looking. Maybe in the mall or while pumping gas you have stared. Maybe the object of your hard looking is beautiful or maybe has a huge behind, no matter what the reason; it is rather rude and inappropriate. It is considered extra bad manners when the staring is accompanied by pointing at the very short woman with the gigantic XXXL bum and you POINT. Of course it is equally rude to stare at beautiful or famous celebrities. Both should be given privacy and all that (mostly no staring).

This is probably why there are so many porn and other magazines, we can stare to our hearts content without being obvious. And it is acceptable to read them in public (except of course, the porn).

Number Two: Grisly Accident Scenes

Ok, admit it, we have all done it. Traffic slows to a crawl and you finally get to the source of the backup. You rubberneck and look for victims after you say "Oh my God!" This is especially true if you have seen multiple colors of flashing, official looking lights mounted on typical accident scene vehicles. Most of us don't try to hide our staring eyes here, we feel protected in the anonymous traffic and the false protection of being hidden behind transparent windows of a car. This is ridiculous but we somehow relax more in that pretentious knowledge.

Number Three: Electronic Technology

There's the phone that your buddy sends you pictures of bimbos on beaches playing volleyball badly. There is the huge plasma screen you keep watching the last play of the last game you bet on, and lost, over and over again. You stare at it in complete bankrupt disbelief. You were sure the referee was on crack. There is the Wii game that you rationalize you are getting more exercise with. There are the electronic games you can blow crap up with to your hearts content. And of course there is the personal and work computer which you can stare at practically anything you want. You can even pretend to stare at charts and graphs at work. Thank God for computer privacy screens.

Other than the occasional Bambi leaping gracefully away from the bumper of your car there is no doubt, we stare at one another the most.