Dust sticks to wet paint

I was perusing someone’s photos the other day when I got that eerie feeling they were a bit stalkerish. You know, that ‘Wow, that is really intrusive’ feeling. My only problem was I couldn’t pinpoint why I felt that way. I was enjoying the photographs until I got to a certain one that seemed to go overboard, get too close. The next one was more of the same and so I stopped looking – turned away from the discomfort I was feeling. I don’t think I’ll go back.

My experience with the photos got me thinking about home and the levels of intrusiveness I felt there. Early in our vacation Kisa, the boys and I were hiking the island. We stopped to catch our breath at a very popular landmark, and to enjoy the view. Of course there were tourists on every side and their conversations were easily overheard. “I can’t imagine what it must be like to live out here,” one woman exclaimed. “All these people walking through their back yards.” I snickered and Kisa cast a knowing smile. For years he has been hearing my gripes about tourists taking advantage of such an unusual place. They walk across private porches, set up easels in the middle of the only road, have lunch in obvious backyards, let their dogs dump in vegetable gardens. This attititude of I can do anything while I’m on vacation has been long debated. I’m not bringing up anything new. But, it made me wonder – what makes separates fan from fanatic, tourist from terrible?
In the picture above a woman has set up her easel on the dock. Look for the hat by the door of the silver truck. This dock is where 3-5 trucks converge to pick up island supplies, luggage, etc. It’s a more that busy, hectic place. In the bigger picture another woman has set up her easel in the shadowed portion of the road. Not only that but she has chosen a dangerous corner where she isn’t all that visible. She and the woman on the dock are lucky they didn’t get sideswiped!

4 thoughts on “Stalkerish”

  1. The attitude and mood I have been in leave me with my latest mantra to calm my hubby down about someone stupid he has to deal with. “You can’t fix stupid.” I said this to him over lunch one day last week and it has brought him peace. Lol. I know! Me! Little miss afraid to say a harsh word about someone! Reality has hit baby… I am a glass half empty person now! This past year has changed me too much.
    I am up to the gills with invasive and disrespectful, nosy and rude!
    I will spare you my rant. But good blog! Very interesting thoughts come to mind. 8) xoxoxo

  2. “You can’t fix stupid” hahahahaha I like that one!
    No no no! Don’t spare me the rant! Get it out! Rant away! Isn’t that what you guys are always telling me?! Go for it! 8)

  3. When I was about 13 I was taking my dog for a walk in our back yard, which was more of a field with a path we mowed through it than your stereotypical yard. The dog got ahead of me on the path and I heard him barking followed by some yelling. When I caught up to him, he was happily pouncing around a 30ish couple who had set up to sunbath in our yard. They began to babble on about leash laws when I decided to enlightened them that they were trespassing on private property. When the asked me sarcastically how they were supposed to know that (soemthign about it not being posted), I simply turned around and pointed at our very large and highly visable house and told them to get the heck off our land.

    Apparently tourism makes some people amazingly dumb.

  4. Just the thought of this exchange has put a huge smile on my face. I’m having the day from hell so THANK YOU! 🙂

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