Staring involves an interesting conflict. It is an impulse giving us all the potential to be the starers as well as the starees and it is a natural response to our own curiosity bridging a communicative gap. Staring can be a very pleasurable experience as well as a demeaning experience depending on which side of the staring you are faced with. Similar to other bodily impulses, like eating or sex, staring and the way people stare is excessively regulated by the social world. The conflict with staring
staring out my window I am staring out my window, thinking. "Will it always be like this," I wonder? Where will I be next year? Or in 20 years? Who will I be with? When will it change? Will I live in a fabulous villa in Tuscany? Spending my days, staring out at the beautiful Italian countryside, approving continental dinner party menu's and calligraphied place settings on thick pressed parchment, kissing my beautiful children before the nanny takes them poolside to play
Waiting for the Train - Original Writing I was sitting alone in Pearse Station waiting for a train one morning. I was twenty minutes early and it was fifteen minutes late. Trains generally are. They use, as far as I can make out, the same scheduling system as women. Which is why I wasn’t too bothered – I’ve
but I never said anything because I was waiting for her to say ," Why are you in a wheelchair?", but she never asked. I am sure I will be getting a phone call from my brother to ask me what happened. I was surprise to observe the majority of people staring at me were the elderly people. They didn 't even look away they just stared. Kids also stared, but I didn 't mind so much. Kids don 't know any better, but the elderly, I felt should have more respect. As we where heading to the car, my hands were
at her holding her hand, crying for hours until the doctors told us it was time to say our goodbyes. We watched outside the room as the people from the funeral home covered her up with a sheet and pushed her out the door. At home I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling thinking about her and how nothing would ever be the
I remember the day with clarity. Yet, I remember it with an ancient feel of age and a deep ache. I don't quite remember what she looked like in those last moments, but I do remember how her blood stained the earth a beautiful crimson. We were playing in a field, she was ranting on about how beautiful the day was, while I merely tried to walk nonchalantly back to the house so I could hopefully get out of the blistering heat. She would spastically tug on my arm, trying to get me to move faster towards
The article “Looking at Women” was written by Scott Russell Sanders. This article is about the female are being objectified for wearing a reveals clothing and how she acting inappropriate around men. However, some women that are independent and acts like a proper female should be, she gets more respects from the opposite sex. Sanders noticed that some of the ignorant, bad-mannered men stare at the women in sexual ways and the pursuit of their looks from women. However, Sanders expects women not to
In many ways my sister and I are not alike but at the same time we also are. I chose to compare myself to my sister because I have known, grown up and made many memories with her. We have also had our fair share of fights so I somewhat know what we have in common. My sister and I are a few years apart from each other, like most kids are. Over the years we have grown to be much more alike, unlike our childhood we were not alike at all. When I was younger I loved going to the park, riding bike all
jump off the nearest window. These were my friends, not just any old friends of course, they felt like family, I grew up with these people and at that moment as I stared into each of their eyes I realized something, something which had always been staring back at me, these people were special. Each and everyone had something that made them unique and as they sat there shining like a thousand stars, one of them shined the brightest. Her long silky hair covered half of her face, but I knew she’d been
Bishop I chose to respond to Elizabeth Bishop's "The Fish" because the poem seems so simple, yet there is much to gather from reading it. This is a narrative poem told in the first person about a woman who catches a fish on a rented boat and, after staring at him for a while, decides to throw him back. The narrator of this poem goes through a series of stages in which she is at first detached from the fish, then intrigued by him, and then finally sympathetic towards him. In the very first lines
We as humans want to fit in with the people around us. It is hard for us to break norms, which is “the expectation of “right” behavior” (Henslin, 2011, p. 49). Violating a norm is going against then normal of the community we live in. The different violations that can be violated like for example folkways, “a norm that is not strictly enforced” (Henslin, 2011, p. 51). Where mores are, “norms that are strictly enforced because they are thought essential to core values or the wellbeing of the group”
Through the corner of my eye, a car surged to a halt at the blinking red light. The breeze collided with my face, what a good feeling it was, cooling my warm skin. In the sweltering heat, a heat as wild as a loose, angered gorilla, I gazed through the tinted matt window, it was difficult to see. I made a picture out of the fuzzy view and saw a glamorous women sat beside a striking man. I looked at the car, with watery eyes, I regretted how I, I could have earned myself a fabulous car like that; it
Mt. Carmel Baptist is the mother church and she would feel separate from her connection to god if she does not have her attend to the school. T... ... middle of paper ... ...hat she does not obliges to what she said to her daughter on about staring to other people. She stared and looked at the teacher twice, which would demonstration that the mother does not like something about her. “Her lips are quivering,” said the daughter showing that her mother had tremble when she was talking to her.
The human perspective of staring, whether it is directly or aversely, is a phenomenon that psychologists have been trying to figure out for decades. Do we notice if someone else is staring at us from a far? What emotions run through our minds if we do feel someone else’s presence among us? Does our behavior change if we figure out someone is staring at us from a distance? The reactions and behaviors of the human mind change with each given circumstance, with each different scenario shedding light
One Soldier Staring Death in the Face War is full of violence and death. This violence and death causes severe emotional trauma. I myself cannot imagine what war is like, or what it is like to have someone I love go off to war. I know I'm lucky because of this. When a loved one goes to war, they may die, they will be scared, and they will be gone. Worst of all, their fate is unknown. Any person that loves another, whether it be a spouse, parent, sibling, or friend, will feel sorrow when seeing
Staring Into The Immoral Abyss: Should individuals reinvent themselves when faced with an ethical crisis? In Cormac McCarthy’s novel No Country for Old Men, it is prominent that the main protagonist, Sheriff Bell, goes through life with a strongly developed purpose only to be challenged with a dilemma that directly clashes his moral paradigm. Initially, Bell goes through a stage of life where he is shaken, needing to make up for his unethical actions. However, when he chooses this new path to right
In the film, The Lucky One staring Zac Efron, he portrays a story about a man named Logan who suffers from extreme Posttraumatic Stress Disorder. This illness affects “ about 7.7 million people aged eighteen or older, whom encounter this disorder annually. The median age of onset is twenty-three years old” (Cockerham, p.35). Nonetheless, this disorder is very common among men who leave for war. It can be diagnosed by trauma through “ recollections, dreams, and nightmares” (Cockerham p.35). He witnesses
When Rabindranath Tagore states “You can’t cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water” he is suggesting that if you’re just standing there. This means you are not going to achieve anything in life. The author’s claim through this quote is that achieving something significant takes work and by being lazy and not achieving anything then you can’t get anywhere. This quote relates to the subject of extreme sports because extreme sports is about doing something and achieving goals. I agree
photography which depicts everyday life. There has been photography of the elderly, deceased, disabled and even adolescents, but as with any sort of media, it did not always help the subject. Rosemarie Garland- Thomson in her essay entitled The Politics of Staring: Visual Rhetorics of Disability in Popular Photography states that when specifically looking at photos of people with disabilities, “ None of these rhetorical modes [the wonderous, the sentimental, the exotic and the realistic] operates in the service
This quote, “You can’t cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water,” by Rabindranath Tagore, is saying that you can’t get past difficulties and be very successful in life without taking risks and opportunities. I agree with this quote for multiple compelling reasons. First of all, in the news report, “Camp for Kids with Autism Offers Extreme Therapy Colorado Getaway Features Rafting, Rock Climbing, Skiing, Rope Courses and More,” Donvan shows that extreme sports help relieve the stress