The bottom line is staring looks rude

Mo Farrah after missing out on a gold medal
				 Picture: Adam Davy

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At some point in our lives we’ve all stared at someone or something. In fact we all probably do it on a daily basis.

You know, when you gaze or look for a prolonged amount of time.

Sometimes a stare can be innocent and accidental, like when you’re in 
a meeting at work but have lost int-erest and appear to be staring into space.

We’ve all done that, right? But a stare can be interpreted in so many different ways.

The reason for the stare can range from affection to concentration to hostility.

I recently took my daughters to a theme park where we obviously did some queuing for rides.

At one point someone jumped the queue but no-one, including me, said anything.

Instead I noticed the entire queue letting out all their frustration with a big, long prolonged stare at the guilty party.

It was all very British and the situation actually made me smile.

Do you remember when you were a child and you’d play the staring game, otherwise known as the blinking game?

I was a pro at this and would always be crowned champion.

It’s a game involving two people where you stare into each other’s eyes with your heads almost touching. You must maintain eye contact but the person who blinks or who looks away first loses.

I never cheated by blowing air into my opponent’s eyes, never.

When you were a child I bet at some point your parents told you not to stare.

Well now I’m the parent saying that to my children.

We’ve all had that situation where you’re sitting in a restaurant, your fork has a bit of your meal balancing at its peak and the flavour is making its way to your mouth to tingle your tastebuds.

But as you glance over to the next table, you see a child sitting in the restaurant-supplied high chair with 
a blank expression on his face and with his eyes locked on your head 
as your fork gets closer to its destination.

Now you can’t enjoy that tasty food as the child just won’t stop staring.

You don’t want to cause a scene, so you just accept that you are that child’s entertainment for the remainder of the meal.

My daughter Alyssa is three years old and loves a good stare, whether 
it’s at the naughty child having a tantrum in the supermarket or the lady with the big bottom in the swimming pool.

But of course I stop the stare before the inevitable question like ‘Why has that lady got a big bottom?’ comes out of Alyssa’s mouth.