well , I was out shopping trying fill up my dress wardrobe . sat in the starbucks at target and a mother and child of three or four sat facing me at another table . The child kept looking at me , but always smiled . I kept smiling back then he would smile back. when they left he said goodbye. so I guess kids just stare for any reason
Quote from: stephaniec on June 06, 2014, 03:30:30 PM
so I guess kids just stare for any reason
Mine did and it saved me money. Instead of video games and such I just told them to watch the dust bunnies under the couch until they moved! *giggle* ;D
If young kids look at you it's because they like the look of you. Children at that age don't realise staring is considered rude. It's when kids point and say, in a very loud voice, something incredibly inappropriate that you have to worry!
I remember quite vividly, when I was a child, I'd stare at people all the time for no damn reason. Most of the time if I stared it meant I just thought they looked cool. Other times I'd stare just because I was a stupid kid who stared at things.
Don't let them get to yah; they can't help themselves :)
I agree that when a child is staring at you it doesn't mean much. I usually poke my tongue out and smile back, which causes giggles (usually).
Rosie
Little kids stare all the time until they find something more interesting to do or to look at.
Wait a few years and all they stare at is the Ipad
lol that is so true Cindy :D
I have experienced children staring at me too. I was convinced they must know I was trans or thought I looked weird but didn't know it was rude to look and other people didn't look at me or stare at me like children so I thought they were avoiding eye contact or something.
But now I see they were just being children
Even my little daughter asks me whether I am a man or a woman. Children are curious, asking endlessly.
barbie~~
Children stare at me all the time for some reason, even babies which is kind of weird considering I'm known for looking stern. I usually make silly faces at them and they laugh and look away. (Only to return to staring as soon as they think I'm unaware. ::) )
One story my dad once told me: back in the days of the Korean War (I'm giving my age away here) he was in the navy, stationed in the Panama Canal Zone, which is where I spent the first two years of my little life. On our flight back to the US, where we were going to settle for good, we were on some sort of plane that had benches running down the sides of the plane.
On the bench facing us was some poor fellow who'd had an operation that basically left him with a hole in his throat. My dad said I stared at the guy all the way from Panama to Texas and they could not make me stop. I suppose I still owe the poor guy an apology, but I've never wanted to go around looking for some guy with a hole in his throat.
On another note, not too long ago I was waiting in the queue in the supermarket. There was a little boy there, perhaps 5 or 6 years old, who was pushing a doll buggy. Besides two of the cashiers, there were a couple of female customers there, and I paid close attention to see if any of these women would have anything negative to say to a boy with a doll buggy. Not a one of them did. No big deal as far as they were concerned.
At one point, I noted that the boy was studying me very closely. It made me wonder if he was reading me. Also made me wonder if he might consider me a good role model. I really wished I could know what was going on in his mind.
Quote from: Foxglove on June 07, 2014, 01:40:11 PM
One story my dad once told me: back in the days of the Korean War (I'm giving my age away here) he was in the navy, stationed in the Panama Canal Zone, which is where I spent the first two years of my little life. On our flight back to the US, where we were going to settle for good, we were on some sort of plane that had benches running down the sides of the plane.
On the bench facing us was some poor fellow who'd had an operation that basically left him with a hole in his throat. My dad said I stared at the guy all the way from Panama to Texas and they could not make me stop. I suppose I still owe the poor guy an apology, but I've never wanted to go around looking for some guy with a hole in his throat.
On another note, not too long ago I was waiting in the queue in the supermarket. There was a little boy there, perhaps 5 or 6 years old, who was pushing a doll buggy. Besides two of the cashiers, there were a couple of female customers there, and I paid close attention to see if any of these women would have anything negative to say to a boy with a doll buggy. Not a one of them did. No big deal as far as they were concerned.
At one point, I noted that the boy was studying me very closely. It made me wonder if he was reading me. Also made me wonder if he might consider me a good role model. I really wished I could know what was going on in his mind.
I wouldn't worry about an apology I'm quite sure he'd understand a kid staring at his hole in the neck at that age
Quote from: stephaniec on June 07, 2014, 02:30:44 PM
I wouldn't worry about an apology I'm quite sure he'd understand a kid staring at his hole in the neck at that age
Yeah, but if you're being stared at, it makes you uncomfortable, no matter who it is who's staring at you. I used to do some strange stuff when I was kid. E.g., I used to cross-dress a lot. I wonder what that was about.
Quote from: Foxglove on June 07, 2014, 03:38:51 PM
Yeah, but if you're being stared at, it makes you uncomfortable, no matter who it is who's staring at you. I used to do some strange stuff when I was kid. E.g., I used to cross-dress a lot. I wonder what that was about.
there is quite a few of us on this forum that started early with the cross dressing
Yeah, I know the 'being clocked by a five year old' feeling.
Had a lady come through the line at work the other day with her five year old and the five year old INSISTED that I was a woman. Her mother, on the other hand, did not agree.
I liked that child.