Anyone that knows me will know that very recently I had to move rooms in university halls, which was such an annoyance on my studies and on my patience in general. Now that I’m settled I’ve found the time to enjoy my spectacular view from my quite sizeable bay windows…of the building right across the street.
Sadly, no matter how amazing the natural light coming into the room is, it’s next to useless if you’re on a narrow street with a building the same size as yours on the other side. It is a guilty pleasure though some mornings to have a snoop at what those on the other side are doing with themselves.
Then I noticed the man across the street.
Every morning, without fail, he hangs out of his window and just stares. There’s no interaction with anyone outside, no obvious purpose, just just leans there and watches the world go by. Which is fine, I get that sometimes when I’m in cafés. The problem for me is he’s more or less level with me and lines up with my window…so essentially he watches me for the best of an hour.
I don’t want to encourage him by saying something, or seem rude and tell him to go do one, but he’s properly ogling and all I’m doing is sitting typing and reading at my desk. I’m guessing he doesn’t have television, otherwise he could just flick on channel 5 and watch Big Brother, a show that was created for people like himself.
I’m just seriously creeped out right now. I looked up a while ago and he was gone so I snapped a picture of the building so you can get an idea of how close he is:
The windows on the bottom row there, to the right, that’s in line with me and he sticks his face out and leans there for ages. It’s the most off-putting thing to know you have an audience while you’re trying to concentrate.