A lot of times. A teacher even acted like my continuous lying was a very well-known, undeniable fact. I’m not sure if eye contact was much of an issue at that point.
At any rate, you have to accept that to almost everyone, by instinct, lack of eye contact means you’re afraid of them, and, in turn, this means you have a good reason to be afraid beyond the simple fact that they may at any time, just because they feel like it, either beat the crap out of you themselves or get someone else to help them do it. In other words, they’ll always see it as a sign of cowardice and everything associated with it, and it’ll duly revolt them.
Funnily enough, I learned the theoretical importance of eye contact as a matter of honesty, but long before I made the connection above. Therefore, I began to force myself to keep my gaze fixed into other people’s eyes, or very close to them, whether I was talking to them or not, and without necessarily paying attention to them. I felt a stupid pride in apparently beating them at their own game. Little did I know yet that in life, when things seem so easy, you’re missing something crucial and solving the wrong problem. Very few people in that environment looked likely to beat the crap out of me, and I failed to realize I’d never dare play that game with someone who did. In particular, it must’ve helped women see me even more like a creep.
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The red lake has been forgotten. A dust devil stuns you long enough to shroud forever those last shards of wisdom. The breeze rocking this forlorn wasteland whispers in your ears, “Não resta mais que uma sombra”.
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