Body language is the foundation of interpersonal communications. As a tail cannot mask the cat’s intent, neither can the facial expressions or physical posturing of a human being. Words can lie; the eyes cannot.
Researchers have spent decades researching the language of the body. Magazines such as Cosmopolitan and Men’s Health are inundated with morsels of fact, deduced from the studies, a Rosetta Stone for the underlying intent of the opposite sex; masked by words, decoded via posture and subtle eye movements. However, a little known fact has long been overlooked. This gem of knowledge lies within the correlation between: The crack-head, eye movement, and the believability of truth.
Roxie, a 40-something black female who stands 5’8”, and weighs in a hefty 170 Lbs, wanted to report she had been assaulted by her mother, an amputee who is missing her right leg, and ambles about on an Amigo with a nearly dead battery. Roxie stated her mother had chased her down, through the one bedroom apartment, pinned her near the wall, and threw a brass lamp at her head. Roxie, realizing might does not make right, knew it was wrong to retaliate, and called 911.
Roxie has abused crack cocaine for the past 20+ years. She has tried to fight me after stealing a 22 Oz tall-boy of Steel Reserve. I’ve witnessed her bludgeon a man with a cast iron skillet. I’ve seen her, looking every bit of Kimbo Slice, dancing in the street, beckoning any sorry motherfucker who wanted a piece; assuming, not of her pie.
Roxie wanted me to believe her mother had fallen from the Amigo of her own accord. Roxie had not retaliated. Her mother was the misfortunate victim of gravity, the dastardly phenomenon which had nearly single handedly cost civilization the mind of Sir Isaac Newton.
As I persisted in the investigation, Roxie knew I was on to her. Suddenly, without cause or notice, Roxie’s eyes began to move, in a cyclical rhythm. The more she spoke, the quicker the eyes pulsated, back and forth; drawing… me… i-n-w-a-r-d… m—u—s—t… r---e---s---i---s---t…
Thankfully, the side pony tail and floral-print leggings helped me regain my focus. As Kaa had tempted Mogwai in the Jungle Book, Roxie had hypnotized me with the crack-head stare. Though it is possible the mouth-froth had released some gaseous neuro-toxin, which aided the trance-state; an undeniable possibility which merits additional research.
As I thought back to other encounters, with others of her kind, I realized it was only when Roxie was lying, when crack-heads lie, that their eyes begin a dance. This is not unlike the illuminous barbel of a dragon fish, used to lure others in, to their demise. So too does the crack-head stare lull you a hypnotized state; one which enables you to decipher their language, forcing you to believe their lies.
-GOAT
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