An eye for an eye
The first time we met, I saw straight into your eyes for it was my habit. You looked straight back into mine and nodded. My lessons in eye contact began as a child. My teachers, parents, and friends saw defiance burning in my brown depths. In my head, I was looking at them with the fierce innocence of a child who still didn’t understand the rules of right and wrong. You can naturally understand my confusion of being taught to maintain eye contact when speaking the truth versus constantly being told to look away. In my later years, people went on to label my gaze as intense. Frankly, I preferred that label over defiance. I made my choice as a child to leave the interpretation of my gaze to the listener. In all my years of looking into people’s eyes, I’ve learned that people presume a number of things with the way you look at them. I’ve been told that I was easy to talk to, warm, genuine, friendly, open, and most important, that I really listened. Do we all make that mistake of think