I don’t know why.
Yesterday I got an urge to see what would happen if I stared at the little librarian girl for a long, long time. I was staring at her while I wondered, and in those few minutes I could tell from her body language that she had noticed me and that she was already becoming nervous.
What is it that causes alarm and tenseness disproportionate to the apparent threat, as someone, maybe across the room, someone clearly out of reach, simply looks at us?