Of pillars, girls and rabbits

How are the above all linked? Spare me a moment as I ramble on.

I never felt it was a bad thing to have a roving eye, be you attached or not. It's healthy looking at good looking women (or so numerous scientific researches insist). But ogling at girls does have it's down points. The number one danger would be pillars.

I almost walked into a goddamm pillar today ogling at a girl, only to look back in time as she was turning to look in my direction. Unlike a certain friend, who prefers to let the girl know he's looking, I prefer to do it more covertly (could be due to my fascination with ninjas, who are never seen).

Which brings me to my second item. Girls.

Was having this interesting conversation with a female friend. We were talking about ogling girls, which surprising (or not) is something we both indulge in. She's not gay, she just enjoys looking at girls. She claims that guys tend to be not as interesting to look at. Girls have more variations in clothing and looks.

But that is digressing. She was asking me if I would like to know any of the girls that I tend to ogle. Her reasoning being that knowing the girl will allow me to be closer and hence be able to ogle more.

I disagreed. I can safely ogle at a girl know because I can view her as an anonymous sex object (I can hear the feminist sharpening their knives already). But once I know the person, then said person stops just being an object, but rather a friend and I don't think I can treat a friend that way. It's now a living, breathing person and someone that I will judge based on character and not on looks. I don't think I will be able to ogle a friend that I care about deeply.

The third item stretches things a bit, but this turning of faceless objects into things that you are familiar with and that you care about is used as a training lesson in the special forces from certain countries.

When you first join, they give you a month off. They also give you a rabbit. You two are placed in a bunk.

On day one, you look at boredom at the rabbit.

End of the first week, you start to adore the way the rabbit jumps.

End of the second week, you have named it.

End of the third week, you two are inseparable. You play with it, you feed it, you cuddle with it at night.

End of the last and final week, they order you to kill it and eat it.

It's cruel. But it's supposed to be. It's supposed to desensitize you to killing.

It's scary.