I See You (and You're Naked?)

The neighbor kept peeking in the bedroom window of this young couple’s rented bungalow, which is pretty ‘Psycho’ right? Like Norman Bates in the family motel dressing up in his dead mom’s clothes and sniffing around poor Lila Crane as she got ready to take the most famous shower in history.

I read about it in Dear Abby. A lady named Lilo from Costa Mesa told it this way:

Many years ago, soon after my husband, Klaus, and I arrived as newlyweds from Germany, we rented a small bungalow in L.A. There were seven of them in two rows behind our landlord's large home in the front. Between our little house and our next-door neighbor's was a brick patio that extended from our bedroom window to her back door. Not long after we moved in, the woman began looking into our bedroom window on weekend mornings, pressing her nose against the glass. Because we were guests in this country, we didn't want to say anything, but we knew we needed to stop her.

BUT, she went on to say, her husband came up with the perfect solution:

He placed a large mirror in the window frame. Sure enough, the weekend came and she peered into our window. Seeing her face reflected back, she dashed into her house and never looked again.

I love this story for the perfect symbol it offers of what we all do when we put the focus on others instead of ourselves. When I was 21 and a first-year teacher, a famously grouchy fellow teacher in the math department marched up to me and began yelling, yelling, yelling in my face because I had not hurried down to the cafeteria fast enough with those Do Not Fold, Spindle or Mutilate cards that schools used in those days to ascertain enrollment in the classes. (Remember those cards? They were for those old-time computers that took up a whole wall.)

Anyway, she gestured and shouted and made herself fearsome and terrible. And I was so cowed about being castigated in front of all the other teachers I went mute. My position was too junior for me to try yelling and gesturing back; anyway that would be opening a second front in this 'war' she was waging so... I just looked at her.

Later, in the faculty parking lot, the nicest teacher in the school approached my car and leaned in the window. He could see I was still shaken.

“That was about her, you realize. It wasn’t about you at all.”

I had never heard that perspective before and I have never forgotten it. And so even today I think of  this man, who left teaching six years later and went to his own personal mecca of San Francisco, there to live happily and then die young, one of many who died young in the dying years of the 1980s when on 'principal' (?) the country's President made sure not to let even the word “AIDS” cross his lips.

I could have been like Lilo's husband; I could have just held up a mirror to that mean teacher so she could see how she looked yelling like that and getting all red in the face. As it turned out what I unwittingly did was almost as good. Turns out when someone is screaming at you and you keep silence, they eventually hear themselves. They hear what they are saying and they 'see' how they look and then ... they stop. I find it works every time.

Double Blind

It’s a rare thing when Dear Abby misses the mark but she did yesterday I think. A guy wrote in to ask about the right way, the "normal" or "proper" way of closing the blinds at night. Should they be closed with the slats in the upward position, or was the downward position better? He and his his wife couldn’t agree. Abby replied that it wasn’t a a matter of what was 'normal' or 'proper';  it was a matter of what worked best for them. She could report however that tilting the slats up blocked more light than when tilting them down.  But is that what you mostly worry about when it comes to your blinds?Don’t you worry more about how easy it is for someone to look in when they’re titled each way? I say this if a passersby can get close enough to your window to kneel down in front of it and the blinds are tilted up, the person can see right in and find you toweling off your little bare self. If the person lives in the apartment above you and you don’t shut those downward-facing blinds tight tight tight they can see you too.Maybe you don’t mind this, you have to ask yourself.Do you feel OK about having someone see you gluing on your toupée or painting that hot caterpillar of wax on your upper lip before ripping off your mustache? That’s the real question, and like Abby says there’s no normal or proper about it.