A Stalker In My Window

You can feel them. You don't even have to see them to know that their eyes are on you.

But even if, you still find yourself turning to see for yourself. To look into the eyes you feel boring into your back.

This shit happens to me all the time. When I'm dropping off the kids, at the grocery store, at Numbnuts' baseball games. Hell. I've lived my entire life around people who never seemed to learn that it's simply not polite to stare.

A long time ago, I finally decided to ignore it all. If I got myself worked up every time it happened, I'd be a raging lunatic. Unless of course... there was any kind of hostility behind the look...

You can take a girl out of the ghetto but you can't take the ghetto out of a girl, right?

But what about when... you can see someone outta the corner of your eye just LOOKING at you. What do you do?

I can't help myself. I think it must be my natural reaction coz I always find myself turning to meet them. I mean, really - c'mon now.

So can you imagine how I felt when it happened to me... here at home?!

It was just me and the Cheeky Bandit at home - Skinny Ass was at work and both Einstein and Numbnuts were in school.

Madagascar 2 was keeping the Bandit entertained in the living room, right across from my home office. I was juggling too many projects at once and working against a deadline - when in my peripheral vision, I see someone looking at me from behind the window.

WTF?!

I turn my head slowly, and do you wanna know what I saw?



Friggin' poster we got from Hot Topic. I didn't have any room on my bookshelf and had forgotten I put it on the window sill. *shakes head* I am such a dork.

lol - does this mean I can say that Edward Cullen is stalking me? ;)