Eyes. They serve as windows onto your soul. Supposedly. Eyes. A stare. They supposedly connect you with others. You can perhaps tell if someone is lying by looking at their eyes. You can connect deeply with someone through each other’s eyes. Supposedly. There are some cultures where direct eye connection is considered rude. However, for the most part we value direct eye contact. It shows connection, attention, and intention (at times).
Despite our love of looking directly into someone’s eyes, I don’t think we have had such eye connection as we do now during this pandemic. With many people masked up, we are left with the eyes to truly grasp where someone is at. They could be grimacing underneath the mask. But the eyes are there for all to see. Unless, of course, if you are wearing protective goggles or sunglasses (as I often do). We are now extremely riddled with anxiety as a society trying to understand what the eyes are saying.
I was, on a silly note, confronted by a vety daring squirrel. They have just been emboldened by the pandemic, it seems. They are aggressively confronting us humans. This one squirrel came right up to me and stared me in the eyes. He wouldn’t blink. He just stood there. I eventually let him win the staring contest as I had things to do other than hiding nuts in the grass. But I laughed at how even the squirrel wanted to look me in the eye. What truth he was searching for, I do not know.