[sionnsar]

I’m perfectly happy to stare into space

Be sure of the space wherein you stare. I have a bad habit of doing that, mentally completely disconnected from anything in field of vision while I think on other things, and it has in the past caused me grief when folks think I am staring at them. (If they move and see that my eyes don't track, they may understand: I'm not looking, I'm not registering.)

[Tax-chick]

I plan to stare out the window at Lake Norman, or at the mudflats that used to be Lake Norman. It depends on the rainfall upstream!

[NicknamedBob]

"Be sure of the space wherein you stare. I have a bad habit of doing that, mentally completely disconnected from anything in field of vision while I think on other things, and it has in the past caused me grief when folks think I am staring at them."

The Middle Distance

Off in the middle distance,
I often find my gaze,
While those who think I stare at them,
Don’t understand my ways.

I give to them my neutral face,
And draw my mental shades.
My inner image overwrites,
And reality slowly fades.

My view is filled with diagrams,
Of circuits, graphs, and charts.
I don’t intend the rudeness shown,
Such staring thus imparts.

I’m closed off in a world my own,
Your world has lost my focus.
If folks like me disturb your space,
Just reach across and poke us.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . August 29, 2007