“I speak two languages, body and english” ~ Mae West
I have taken up the hobby of staring at people. I peer longer than socially acceptable and document my findings with my expressions. I know this sounds completely strange and worse yet, creepy, but here me out. I have been meticulously studying body language. It has been a difficult task, but rewarding nonetheless.
I realize that learning to speak seven different languages in a finite window would be time consuming. I opted to learn from an authority on the subject of body language. I had originally bought Joe Navarro’s book on body language for my budding poker career. Having seen the err in that career choice, I was happy the book could serve a more practical application.
It has been weeks of observation, humans truly are strange and unique creatures. I have found that words may lie, but rarely does the body. People’s mannerisms are predictable, turns out that our self-absorption just prevents us from seeing face front. We squint when angry, use our thumbs as tools to display confidence and cross our legs toward or away from someone we like or dislike, respectfully. These are only a few of our glitches.
We, as people, telegraph our thoughts and emotions through our bodies. It’s fascinating and probably why this text has taken me over a month to read. Reading material that commands application after every chapter is quite the task.
My conclusions are still scattered at best, but I’m learning. I will continue to stare and peer uncomfortably until I’ve mastered this skill. It can only help to provide insight into my journey. My challenge to you, take a moment to truly understand the intent of a person through body language this week.
Fear Challenge: I said I’d step out of my comfort zone this weekend. I don’t know if I can declare victory, because I didn’t do the work. My close friends know I view the nightclub as something to be enjoyed, but I hardly consider it a place to meet someone. I intended to do just that last weekend, go to the club and speak to someone I considered beautiful. Well, I can tell you that I went to the club. I saw a beautiful woman. It was unclear how I’d approach her, but luckily the work was done for me.
There I am, sipping Guiness and laughing with my friends, AC and Kit Kat. I turn around to a woman, “hi, I don’t know if this is your girlfriend, but I want you to know your looking fine”. After my diatribe on body language, it should be easy for you to picture a Nubian man visibly blushing. I was speechless and seriously, how does someone respond to that?
Well, this woman’s brash introduction aided in breaking the ice with the woman I chose to meet. Without getting into details, let me just say I did get her number and from what I can gather, she’s a delightful woman.