I find myself staring at people. Well, I’ve always stared. Now, as a guy who introduced as “my photographer friend,” recognized as “that guy who takes polaroids,” and who occasionally gets complimented my complete strangers on his work, I suppose it’s quasi-acceptable to stare.
Which is good, because I do it all the time. Faces, particular parts of the body.
It’s still not acceptable to grin mischievously, so I should probably work on that part.
