Sometimes you can’t help but watch. Just a couple of days ago, my wife and I were sitting in a coffee shop with friends, when this really weird looking dude (interesting choice of beard and clothing) and (presumably) his, quite normal looking, girlfriend walked by. I couldn’t help but stare.
Then my wife asked me “Can you tell me what was so special about that woman?”, to which I replied “no, I was checking out the dude!” Short, awkward silence ensued. Anyway, after I could describe the guys appearance, she understood.
Actually, the “can’t help but watch” impulse is so strong and deeply ingrained in us humans that a whole industry is built upon it. I’m talking, of course, about reality TV. And even though I absolutely and with a passion abhor those shows, I stand guilty of sometimes watching them. You know, when you come across one while channel hopping in a weak moment… Fortunately, they drag out any incident or event (e.g. A is angry at B and starts crying) to such lengths, that, after twenty announcements, ten replays in slow motion with emotional music and seven people explaining how they feel about it, I get so bored that I get reflect upon my life, turn off the TV and work for the rest of the day.