Yep, must be the braids.
It depends
-I recall when I was a kid and I was with my parents(White man and Mexican woman) so we got some stares
- When I was with my mother or with my father,say “what a cute little girl”.
-Now as an adult woman it is usually 1) I’m pretty/wearing something nice 2) Trying to figure out my ethnicity/race. Once had a man ask to if he could take a photo of me when I was in a airport.
Kids do stare at me and I had some kids follow me. It’s kinda cute
I have been wondering the same thing for a long time. I always get blatantly stared at and I’m not very special to see either lol The other day I was walking out of the store and a girl who was across the parking lot stopped getting into her car, decided to stand there and stare me down until I drove away, and I was parked right next her. I also was at Wal-mart one day and a guy stared at me so hard that he ran right into a pole. I try to ignore it but it makes me not even want to go in public.
I don’t get stared at, as far as I can tell. I’m a lumpy middle-aged geek of English descent, and there is nothing unusual about me. At least until I open my mouth. This is much better than being taunted and jeered at and bullied, as I was in public and senior public school. Anonymity is safety.
From four years ago and still true.
I get stared at all the time, because I look like someone everyone knew in high school. For 30 years I’ had to explain to other Chicagoans that I grew up out of state and there’s no way I’m the person they knew. It always reminded me of Heinlein’s line about “12 standard faces.”
I moved back here two years ago so now it actually is people I went to school with that stare.
There’s an interesting new group - young but distant relatives. For 30 years - longer than most of them have been alive - I’ve been “so-and-so’s brother, he lives in Chicago” at family gatherings, someone they’ve only seen every year or two. Now they see me around town and I can see them wondering where they know me from.
I get stared at in waiting rooms. I do crossword puzzles while waiting. I often get a feeling that someone is staring at me. I glance up and sure enough there is someone basically glaring at me. They don’t even turn away when I look at them. They keep staring.
As near as I can tell there’s something about doing crosswords that just annoys people.
Apparently doing puzzles or reading a book are offensive. You’re just supposed to sit there doing nothing. Or using a phone. That’s somehow not annoying to those people.
Of course people will stare at a zombie.
White guy in Japan, so it happens occasionally. Tokyo is pretty mixed, though, so it’s not nearly as frequent as out in the countryside.
I have days when I think people are staring at me, but I suspect it’s mostly in my head. That’s because the one day when people should have been staring at me (I’d cut a mole while shaving and walked from my house to the train station before I noticed all the blood running down my face) I didn’t see a single one.
Every time I go out
people stop and stare.
It could be 'cause I’m gorgeous
with my head of perfect hair.
It could be 'cause my body
is chiseled, firm and taut.
My muscles bulge obscenely
like Spartan warriors sought.
I’ve listed many reasons
could be any one of those
but most times when they stare
it’s at the booger in my nose.