“Eyeballs” is a funny word to say.
Say, “eyeballs,” ten times in a row.
It IS weird to hear, isn’t it?
Now you will want to avoid saying, “eyeballs,” for at least a week.
Check this truth off of your bucket list.
Recently I was invited to a friend’s home for a little get together (all ladies, with kids – don’t get too excited). When I arrived, it turned out that the party was mixed company, gender obvious-wise. It also turned out that a few attendees were noticeably single, myself included.
This creep freaked me out. Not because I might attract unwanted attention (middle aged, unemployed, and looking it over here), but more so because I just cannot even make eye contact in general with people that I do not know (unless they are children, or very very young adults, or very very old adults, or service industry people).
I am just that super uncomfortable.
I send my deep apologies to anyone and everyone who may encounter me and think that I am wholly not interested in recognizing you as another human needing human connection.
My soul recognizes and acknowledges you, but my eyeballs are not yet prepared.
Maybe trauma made my eyeballs goofy.
Thank you for your patience.
Love, Ms Herisme xo