Why you staring at me

Hey, why you are staring at me with a gaze like something I have done wrong, waiting wrong to be done by me Makedon was explaining the virtues of iron tea to Laurent, and when Laurent massaged his own temple with finely bred fingers, Makedon remarked, rising, 'You should have your slave fetch you some.

Damen rose. And stopped. Laurent had gone very still. Damen stood there, awkwardly. He could think of no other reason why he had stood up. He looked up and his eyes met those of Nikandros, who was staring at him. Nikandros was with a small group to one side of the table, the last of the men in the hall. He was the only one to have seen and heard. Damen just stood there. I raised an eyebrow. Actually, it's surprising that a person with charm like yours has any enemies. At this rate I would never be able to ask him about Benjamin Gallow, and it didn't help that every time he looked at me I wanted to melt.

And no, I'm just curious. She murmured, "Thank you," and stared at him with a pair of longing green eyes that made me want to reach across the table and thump Hamilton on the back of the head. Prime opportunity to kiss her, I wanted to tell him. Kiss her already. Why wasn't he kissing her? God, what a pansy. Instead of kissing, they just kept staring until Ham blinked and then grinned.

Dear fuck. I groaned and covered my face. I was going to have to work on my boy big time I might actually have to defriend him after tonight.

Why me? Sighing, I touched the end of her hair, fingering it slightly. It felt so silky. I'd parked in the lot and was walking past the auditorium and saw this gorgeous girl come out of the music room. The sun hit your stunning red hair, and it shone so brightly it almost looked like you had a halo.

You were staring down at some music you were holding, and you started humming something. I froze. I just stood there and watched you walk by. You were so engrossed you didn't even notice me. This date.

You're really giving me a chance, right? I need for you to be open to things and not just playing along because I said I would keep chasing. I need a real chance because you've got me all messed up inside. I don't think we make any sense, but I wish we did.

The tats and the way I mouth off, but that's surface. On the inside, I know you're special. It's why I need a chance. Good or bad. I just want to see what happens. I'm giving you a chance. Of course, now I had the problem of communicating what I needed. Marlen was still beating on the door, and Dimitri would be up in a couple of minutes.

I glared at the human, hoping I looked terrifying. From his expression, I did. I attempted the caveman talk I had with Inna I had no clue what the word for stake was.

I pointed at the silver ring I wore and made a slashing motion. It's over for me, isn't it? It didn't matter that at some level I had suspected the truth; hearing the words spoken out loud felt like a kick in the teeth. That's always the way with people - truth staring them in the face but unwilling to accept it.

You weren't ready or willing to accept it yet. You'd just have gotten all worked up. But the fantasy kingdom and trappings of success soon lost their luster, as I discovered that the most prestigious and remunerative of my resume's way stations was also the most tedious and unfulfilling I had ever experienced.

This paradox only made me more morose about modernity. Why was I going to watch my hairline recede in front of two-thousand-line spreadsheets staring at me from cold, glowing monitors? Why was everyone in my office apparently so happy to be spending so many hours there, when the things they really cared about - people, pets, pastimes - were all relegated to a few photographs on their desks?

That seemed to be the formula: spend the best years of your life in an office with photos of what you really care about. I hate nice girls. Just exchanging greetings with them will get them on your mind. Start texting each other, and your heart will be set a flutter. If they call you, you're done for. Enjoy staring at your logs and grinning like a fool. However, I won't get fooled again.

That's what your kind calls kindness. If you're nice to me, you're nice to others. I always end up nearly forgetting that. Reality is cruel, So I'm sure lies are a form of kindness. Thus, I say kindness itself is also a lie. I always ended up with these expectations. And I always ended up with these misunderstandings. And before I knew it, I stopped hoping. A highly trained loner is once bitten, twice shy. As a veteran on this battlefield of life, I've gotten used to losing.

That's why I always hate nice girls. She blinked away memories to find him staring at her with a mix of concern and horror on his face. Chloe shivered. I love my life As a side note, running Windows Vista on the Panasonic w7 is making me really nostalgic for Whoever thought I'd get to type things then stare at a blank screen for a bit and one-by-one watch the letters appear?

He walked away from me, and I swallowed, trying to keep the tears at bay. Travis stopped and came back, leaning into my face. You knew I'd find out about you and Parker, and you thought I'd just Get over you? Do you not trust me, or am I just not good enough? Tell me, damn it! Tell me what the fuck I did to you to make you do this! Since when is sex so life or death to you? You okay, Sam? Everything is peachy!

I'm okay. I'm better than okay. I only ask because you haven't stopped staring at me for the last four hours. When I walked out again I could hear Toby at the foot of the stairs, calling up to me, undoubtedly prevented from ascending by Miss Kilnside.

The rag doll was lying on my pillow, staring up at me through her one button eye, glaring at me. I picked it up and threw it against the wall with all the force I could muster; it fell behind the radiator. You love the Pope, don't you, Paddy? Only he did not send help to us when we were hungry at home.

Perhaps he did not know. Tell me how you could say such a thing, she said, staring down at the ground beneath her feet. You're not telling me anything I don't know already. If I relaxed my body now, I'd fall apart. I've always lived like this, and it's the only way I know how to go on living. If I relaxed for a second, I'd never find my way back. I'd go to pieces, and the pieces would be blown away. Why can't you see that?

English he's staring at me. Tagalog nakatingin siya sa akin. English why are you so mad at me. Tagalog bakit ka nagagalit? English why did you laugh at me. Tagalog may kapatid ka ba. English why are you angry at me. Tagalog bakit ka ba nagagalit sakin. English staring at you. Tagalog i love staring at you secretly.

English everyone was just staring at me. Tagalog lahat ng tao ay nakatingin lang sa akin. English why are you always mad at me. I like the Encarta Dictionary: English U. Davies Leisure 2.

Although I live on the same side of the Atlantic as AngelEyes, I must agree with most of our BE brethren - I find the act of staring for any reason to be rude. In Ptak's original example, I would feel humiliated and at a loss if all's he did was stare after my grand pronouncement. In this context, I might be thinking "Okay, now I've really put him on the spot and he's trying desperately to formulate a response that won't have me jumping off a bridge. It's an "in your face" question in any context.

And, yes, I'm one of those people who was taught as a child that it was seriously impolite to stare so maybe this has coloured my perception of the word. I can't imagine staring at anyone for any reason without feeling like I'm, at the least, being forward, if not downright rude. A couple of things. We still don't know from Ptak the rest of the story. There are a lot of gaps to fill in that would make it understandable.

Also, if you were to read in an article that students were staring with rapt attention at their teacher as she taught them an interesting lesson, would you label those students rude? I'm not saying staring isn't rude.

I'm saying it's not always rude. Nunty Senior Member Jerusalem. Hebrew-US English bilingual. I would not ever say that someone was staring with rapt attention. That is a contradiction. Last edited: Jul 24, Another AE speaker, reporting for duty: In Ptak's context, I think the receiver of the news is not staring, so much as being speechless, looking at Ptak in astonishment.

Hence "Why are you staring [at me]? How's that for ducking the issue? OK, staring at another person is normally considered rude, but there are exceptions. If the person is a model or a performer, they may want to be stared at. That is not relevant in this context. Here we are discussing a scene in which one person makes a heartfelt declaration to another person, and the response is silence and a fixed gaze.

Presumably the receiver of the news is dumbstruck. The look or stare or gaze is the physical manifestation of shock. Even if the rudeness is abated by a broad smile and honeyed tone, it seems an inept and potentially offensive response. I think "staring with rapt attention at the teacher" sounds OK. Once again though, it has an object. When there is no object, it means with ill-intent. Wobby Senior Member English [England]. I'm actually slightly inclined to agree with AngelEyes.

Well, in terms of the context where a person compliments another and the other stares, I guess if I were complimenting, I might be shocked that the other stared e. It might invoke the response of "Hey, why are you just staring like that? But again, no bad intentions, and I wouldn't really call that rude either. I don't think I would ask them why they were staring if they had a big grin on their face though, as the reason would be obvious.

On the idea of 'staring' being rude, I would think of staring as 'fixating unnaturally'. Of course, it would often sound critical to refer to someone as staring. But let's say the tallest person in the world was sitting in a room. If you said they were unnaturally tall, it would sound like a criticism.

But it would be a fact - they are unnaturally tall, so surely it would just be a neutral statement - for how else could you say it? In much the same way, if for every instance of 'stare', you replaced it with 'fixate unnaturally', you would find it often sounding rude, but only because of what it involves. There isn't really a reason why asking someone why they are staring is rude if they are indeed staring.

It would be rude if used in a hostile manner like, "What do you think you're looking at?! But that doesn't mean in all cases where one asks what another is looking at is rude. The same would apply for staring. There can be a negative connotation to staring, just like there can be a negative connotation to criticising.

But that doesn't necessarily mean criticising is always bad Possibly the only reason it is often deemed rude is because there is no justification for staring at anything in the first place. But if there is justification, and staring is intentionally elicited, why should it be deemed rude? There are certain contexts where staring is not really rude because it is justified as well as desired - one could for instance stop and stare in amazement as you were on your way to the local supermarket as you saw a group of circus performers parading down your street.

Or, you may be staring blankly into space, deep in thought. I wouldn't really think either as being rude. And plenty of other examples have been provided that I wouldn't consider rude either. It can hardly be considered rude to stare at a rock or empty space. However, when applied to an individual person I think it's always rude. If you look fixedly at someone for any length of time it will generally make them feel uncomfortable, whatever the circumstances. For that reason it's considered rude and it elicits the question "What are you staring at?

People performing some kind of spectacle wish to elicit some kind of attention may be stared at without seeming rude but I think that really we're staring at what they are doing rather than at the person - watching circus performers one does not generally look fixedly at the face of a single performer. Children can pay attention in class without staring at the teacher.

I would think they simply look at or watch. In this case the focus should be more on what they are doing with their ears rather than with their eyes. The ubiquitous google search throws up many more entries for "listening with rapt attention" than "staring with rapt attention".

More significantly, a great number of the examples of "staring with rapt attention" relate to things other than people; e. On the other hand, the vast majority of entries for "listening with rapt attention" relate to people speaking. I think the fact that their gaze is focused on the speaker is already implied in the phrase. Conclusion: It's not rude to stare but it is rude to stare at a person.

Therefore to respond to somebody staring at you with a direct question like "Why are you staring? What if Oscar asks Belinda why she is staring at him? The implication is that he is accusing her of rude behavior. This may be both accurate and polite or accurate and rude.