I have to admit I'm a starer. One of the things that my grandson is always saying is, "Gramma, quit staring at me!" And when I try to tell him that I wasn't even seeing him, he just doesn't get it. But in fact he was just in the way of my eyes.
My mind runs at 120 mph, and I often have to think about what is in my thoughts, and sort out, store, or try and remember something specific, so I space out. My favorite place to gather my thoughts is on either my front porch or out back in my sun porch. Sometimes I space out for a few seconds or a few minutes, but for however long, it seems that it helps me find the direction that I need.