I shut my eyes in order to see.
-Paul Gauguin 1843-1903
I have some severe issues with eyeballs. They seemed to follow me around everywhere I go.
My issues started when I was about 7. I walked into the living room on a sunny spring day and my mother and brother were sitting on the beige couch that had a brown and orange stripe up the middle.
"You could use an ice cream scoop!" My brother giggled.
"Or you could drill into it," my mother said.
"What are you talking about," ever-curious me wanted to know.
"Ways to remove an eyeball," my mother said, matter-of-a-factly.
My own eyes widened. Immediately sickened, I left the room.
But I guess this was fun for my mother and brother and for the rest of my life in that home, you could find them periodically talking of the removal or odd loss of an eyeball.
Who knows where neurotica begins. All I do know is I have never been able to watch people stick their fingers in their eyes or flip their lids back.
I have only heard of the lady who can pop out her eyes.
My brother was 5 when all this began. It was also around this time he learned to lie. I noticed very quickly the changes in his eyes when he was. I had to! I was always getting in trouble for things he did. Like I would have enough nerve to steal the riding lawn mower to drive around!!!! Christ, there has been four generations of non-driving women in my family..And if we go back that far, cars were not invented before that.
And even though my brother got better at the art of lying, with the early exposure I had to it, I have ever since been able to tell when he was. My brother's job now is that of shady character. He gets away with most things. I am still the only one who knows when he is lying. I know when most people are by looking in their eyes.
I gauge people's moods through their eyes. If you pay close attention, you can tell when the person who says they are fine is really sad, lonely, edgy or more than fine. I am good at giving people what they need, if I am in the mood to do so.
I think I have an amazing pair of brown eyes. They are my most favorite thing about me. They are so dark, they sometimes look black. I have learned to mask emotion by watching other people's eyes. I used to do that a lot. I do not do that so much anymore. I appreciate everything I feel now.
Everywhere I go there are people with stories. If you catch my eyes, I am hoping I will be able to catch yours. Sometimes, I take the inspiration from your eyes and use it for my writing. Other times there is something else to be found in your eyes and I want to know for sure. I will talk to you.
I will forever be grossed out by things like eye snot, but even I know, eyes can give you so much more than seeing just colour and awaring you to danger.
Just open them up for a look-see.
-Paul Gauguin 1843-1903
I have some severe issues with eyeballs. They seemed to follow me around everywhere I go.
My issues started when I was about 7. I walked into the living room on a sunny spring day and my mother and brother were sitting on the beige couch that had a brown and orange stripe up the middle.
"You could use an ice cream scoop!" My brother giggled.
"Or you could drill into it," my mother said.
"What are you talking about," ever-curious me wanted to know.
"Ways to remove an eyeball," my mother said, matter-of-a-factly.
My own eyes widened. Immediately sickened, I left the room.
But I guess this was fun for my mother and brother and for the rest of my life in that home, you could find them periodically talking of the removal or odd loss of an eyeball.
Who knows where neurotica begins. All I do know is I have never been able to watch people stick their fingers in their eyes or flip their lids back.
I have only heard of the lady who can pop out her eyes.
My brother was 5 when all this began. It was also around this time he learned to lie. I noticed very quickly the changes in his eyes when he was. I had to! I was always getting in trouble for things he did. Like I would have enough nerve to steal the riding lawn mower to drive around!!!! Christ, there has been four generations of non-driving women in my family..And if we go back that far, cars were not invented before that.
And even though my brother got better at the art of lying, with the early exposure I had to it, I have ever since been able to tell when he was. My brother's job now is that of shady character. He gets away with most things. I am still the only one who knows when he is lying. I know when most people are by looking in their eyes.
I gauge people's moods through their eyes. If you pay close attention, you can tell when the person who says they are fine is really sad, lonely, edgy or more than fine. I am good at giving people what they need, if I am in the mood to do so.
I think I have an amazing pair of brown eyes. They are my most favorite thing about me. They are so dark, they sometimes look black. I have learned to mask emotion by watching other people's eyes. I used to do that a lot. I do not do that so much anymore. I appreciate everything I feel now.
Everywhere I go there are people with stories. If you catch my eyes, I am hoping I will be able to catch yours. Sometimes, I take the inspiration from your eyes and use it for my writing. Other times there is something else to be found in your eyes and I want to know for sure. I will talk to you.
I will forever be grossed out by things like eye snot, but even I know, eyes can give you so much more than seeing just colour and awaring you to danger.
Just open them up for a look-see.
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