I once had a girl mad at me because I don’t make eye contact when I talk to her. In her eyes, I was being dismissive and rude. I told her in my world eye contact is considered a challenge. That’s when I realized I am part dog and I learned everything I know about nonverbal communication from canine culture. She took my submission as an offense which still confuses me. When I explained how things work in a pack environment she thought I was being intentionally obtuse. 

When I’m earnest, I look someone in the eyes.  It’s the most powerful form of communication because by looking into their eyes I give them the chance to see mine.  My greatest weakness is the heart on my sleeve and the pain in my eyes.  I can’t hold back the emotions inside when I let someone peer through the windows of my soul.  It’s a deep pool, so not everyone sees all that’s there.  I’ve met a few people that see it, or at least want to.  You have to be an art lover to truly appreciate my depths.

I’m in touch with my ego and if anything I need to strengthen it.  I fought so long and hard against the egocentricity of my 20s I forgot what it feels like to be right.  The result is a person who is humble and kind.  I have my moments but mostly I’m aware I don’t matter.  That type of sincerity is why I’m able to keep my mouth shut most of the time.  When I do speak up and no one listens I feel bad for them.  I shouldn’t be sharing my wisdom in the first place.  Enlightenment is only for the brave.  Someone has to accept their own insignificance before they can see the world for what it is.

I’d cut off my right leg if it meant humanity would stop choking itself with unnecessary desires.  I miss the good ole days when we all just wanted orgasms and eternal youth.  Now we want all that with free delivery.  Entitlement is unattractive on anyone, not just the rich assholes.