Where should I look?

I accept the fact we live in an imperfect world. For so many things we have a model how they should be. I think we all do. It can be little things like… which side the hinges are on a refrigerator door, the fact that a car window, for supposed safety reasons, does not roll all the way down, or a myriad of other things that are imperfect.

But, I am not talking about what we build, but the things that catch your eye on a person. I admit that I am not perfect, in fact far from it. I don’t know anyone who is, although there are those who come close. As my closest friends would tell you, I am unjustly and too quick to form an opinion about somebody based on their teeth. This is the direction I am going here. I, all too often, am not able to isolate the obvious physical imperfections of people during an encounter.

Typically, when I have a conversation with someone I maintain eye contact. It is not possible to look at both eyes without staring at the bridge of their nose, so I usually pick their left eye. I know a guy whose eyes seem to work independently. His left eye wonders around like an iguana. I am drawn to this eye expecting it to settle in a direction which, if I follow the line, will provide me information like an Ouija board. I find that I am so focused on his eye that I have very poor listening skills when he speaks to me. It has even gotten to the point where I have caught myself drawn to his all-knowing eye that I lose track of time.

There was another guy I knew that when you got into a conversation with him, his nose would slowly turn red. It became almost a mission to keep the chat going far longer than it should just to see what crimson hue it would take. It was an incredible nose. Although I have spoken with this individual many times, I cannot tell you one topic we discussed, but I can tell you the date and the weather of his most red day.

In elementary school I had a teacher who had an odd odor wafting from her. However, that was not the most distracting thing about her. What consumed my attention was that her ill-fitting bra created, according to the mind of a 5th grader, a seemingly third breast. This woman tried to teach me math skills, but I could not absorb her lesson and contemplate her tri-mammary at the same time.

Regarding teeth, I become hypnotized by people with a large gap between their two upper front teeth..the Laura Hutton Look. They could be giving me the winning lottery numbers for tomorrows drawing, but I can only wonder: 1) what type and size of food would get caught in such a large gap and 2) How far can they squirt water.
I am not noticing of scars unless they alter the normal growth of facial hair. For example, I know a woman whose horizontal scar has caused her to have an upper and lower line of eyebrow hair on her right side. I wonder if it in anyway confuses the person who does the waxing or her plucking pattern. Bald men have a spray to cover a bald spots, would this work on her brow? I do not know.

If I see someone missing a front tooth in adulthood, I blame their parents for not instilling good dental hygiene habits. People with excessive nose or ear hair should be fined. Any man or woman who purposely grows a renegade mole hair must come from a lower social class.

Being so fast to conclusively judge is a neurosis unto itself. I accept that. I do not expect anything written here to have a great impact of change, but for Pete’s sake, pluck that mole hair.