I’ve got this… little quirk.  When I am working or sleeping, I don’t like someone watching me. I’m not talking about a casual glance over at me, I mean a sustained direct looking at me if I am otherwise engaged.  My psychic training included training my nervous system to be extremely sensitive to the energy field around me.  It’s one reason I eat the foods I eat and have the meditation disciplines I have. After surprising a pal whose gaze woke me up when I crashed on his couch, I contemplated why I consider it/label it invasive or oppressive.  Then I thought, that must be what performers feel from the audience.  It IS a tangible thing that can be felt in the air.  Some people enjoy it, some not so much.

It’s like the attention fuels some personalities, while the attention makes others feel drained or intruded upon.  I thought of past partners who thrived when my attention was on them, but it was exhausting for me. An ex-husband said he only felt loved when I had my attention on him. Really?? For me, it was like having to watch a puppy all day.  A little attention goes a long way with me. I can milk the absolute last drip of a drop of giggly goodness out of every thought and encounter, reflecting on one 10 minute encounter for days and weeks. Give me a little attention and I will assume you adore and appreciate me until you tell me otherwise.  Or maybe the lesson is for me to learn to bask in the adoration 🙂