"Eye" Know Someone is Watching

Have you ever had the feeling that someone was watching you? Well...chances are pretty good that someone was. I can still remember when I was about 8 or 9 years old, my grandmother told me for the first, but not last time, "Be mindful of what you do, because you never know who is watching you." Those words ring in my head all the time when I'm out, as I constantly feel as if someone is watching. Some would consider this to be a bit paranoid, but there is an even greater chance, that I'm correct. Take for instance nowadays, their are plenty of people who refer to themselves as "people watchers," I know I do. If you ask me, we are all "people watchers." The moment we leave the comfort of our homes...hell, even within the comfort of our own homes, we "people watch." I know there has been at least one time, you have glanced out the window, peeked through the blinds, or looked around the curtains, and saw someone, perhaps even a neighbor and said to yourself, "Dang...that dude has a big ass head" or something or another. I'm not saying that everyone who sees you, or "people watchers" themselves look for faults or something to ridicule, what I am saying is, when a person who does not know you sees you, they typically form a general conception of who you are, more accurately, who they think you are.

You may wonder why I brought up "people watchers," I brought them into the discussion to prove a point. If everyone can be considered "people watchers," then there is never a moment when you are not being watched.

I remember a couple years ago when I was living in Richmond, Virginia. It was winter, and snow had been falling pretty heavy throughout the entire week. I was employed with the Post Office, and you know their motto, "Neither rain, sleet, nor snow." The last place I wanted be on that day was work, because I don't believe in that motto, and I didn't like driving in the snow. So as I locked the door behind me, and begin walking down the stairs, I slipped and fell into the snow on the ground. In a single action, I quickly got back to my feet, dusted myself off, and surveyed my surroundings to make sure that no one saw me. I didn't see anyone, so I was quite felt relieved. I made my way back up the stairs to grab my keys that had fallen near the door. As I grabbed my door knob to assure myself that I had locked the door, I heard loud single HA! I immediately turned around to resurvey the neighborhood, because I so sure that I had gotten away with fallen off my porch Scot free, but it was fairly obvious, at least one person saw it.


This particular experience is one where I am the observer, and the guilty party is a cute young lady.
One afternoon as I was returning home from work, I was stopped at what seemed to be an exceeding long red light. Just out of habit, I surveyed my surroundings, looked out the windshield to see who was in front of me, checked the sidewalks to see if anyone was walking, checked my mirrors to see who was behind me. Now as I checked my rear-view mirror, I saw a beautiful woman behind me, patiently waiting for this long light change. I found myself captivated by her beauty, I was saying to myself,"You should get out and try to holler at her," but I quickly came to my senses, she probably would have thought I was trying to robbed her or not even roll her window down. After I talked myself out of doing something some-what stupid, I began to admire her from my rear-view, but strangely her beauty had faded significantly since my first glance at her. I'm not a shallow guy, I think it had something to do with her finger stuff up her nose. I actually found this to be pretty funny. Here is this beautiful woman sitting in her car reaching DEEP into her nose, because she thinks that no one is watching her. After this scene, I was hoping the light would stay red just a bit longer, because I WAS WAITING...I WAS WAITING. What, you may ask was I waiting for. I WAS WAITING FOR "THE FLICK." I was waiting for this woman to roll down her window and flick that nose crust, but you know what I got, I got something I wasn't ready for. I got something you may not be ready for. This beautiful when I first saw her, but not so beautiful woman anymore, took her finger, placed it into her mouth, ate her booger, then repeated these steps on the other nostril. I was pretty disgusted, but I was rolling with laughter in my car because I didn't know grown people ate their boogers. When I younger, I knew a couple friends who ate their booger, but this was the first time I had ever seen someone from the female persuasion do it. It was like an oxymoron, she was so beautiful, but she was so disgusting.

Let that be a lesson to you, you never know who is watching.