Posted by on Mar 26, 2014 in Featured, LeTravelista, Portfolio | 0 comments

Personal Space Please

What the heck is wrong with some people?

I realize this is a bit of a broad question. A question, that if you are like me, elicits a giant list. A list that continually grows. And, unlike my other lists (to-do lists and such), nothing ever gets checked off or scratched off. Instead, it just grows, festers, and becomes this utterly annoying list that serves no purpose. Sound familiar?

For now, just to stay on point, let’s ignore that disaster and instead talk about my number one annoyance. The one thing that made me ask that ambiguous question in the first place.

Not that long ago, I was standing in a long, crowded line of people. Waiting to make my way an elevator. Not just any elevator, but an elevator which will raise me 520 feet into the air, where I will then exit and have a fantastic view of the city of Seattle. Yes, you guessed it. I was at the Space Needle, ready and excited to get to the top as it had been years since I previously visited here.

However, as spectacular as the Space Needle is, it was the waiting in the line that made me want to run for the hills and see the view from there instead. No, it wasn’t that the line was long, although it was. In fact that didn’t bother me at all. I had great company in my husband and we could have easily passed the time. So the length was of no concern to me. It was the man behind me who apparently was never taught about personal space. Or maybe it just isn’t something he was willing to respect as part of our culture. Either way, he quickly began to piss me off and ruin my adventure for the afternoon. Even the screaming baby in the back was tolerable compared to the annoyance that stood right behind me.

Personal space is defined as “the variable and subjective distance at which one person feels comfortable talking to another.” Ugg, what I wanted the definition to say was “the variable and subjective distance at which ALL people feel comfortable BEING AROUND one another.” My definition would have made it much easier to say I am right and my personal space invader is wrong. This is what makes the dictionary so frustrating at times. Kinda like when you are trying to teach your child proper grammar and you say there is no such word like “funner.” Then they go to look it up and it is there. Grrrrr!!!!

Anyway, this list topper or invader as I will call him for short, was constantly standing right at my back. So close, in fact, that most of the time he was touching me, which is a huge no-no in my book. Do NOT touch me unless I have given you an indication that it is ok. If you do proceed to touch me without authorization, you should expect to be punched. Probably not literally, but that is what I see myself doing in my mind. Not to mention the fact that my emotions and thoughts are clearly written on my face at all times. So one would think that the invader, at the very least should have felt my detest and probably should have seen my imaginary impending punch to his face. But, he was just as oblivious to that as he was the rule in the first place.

I’m not really sure exactly when invading my space became part of my annoyance list. But, if I look back at my life and try to pin point the time when personal space became an issue, I would have to say it was when I was pregnant with my first son. I have never been a hugger or very touchy feely, but it was during this time in life that I really began taking a stand for my space.

For some reason when you are pregnant, everyone believes they have a right to feel your stomach. Complete strangers will come up to you, grab your belly and start talking to your baby as if you have known them your entire life. Some women may find this endearing, but I find it completely appalling and quite frankly unnerving. If I know you, I barely want your hands on me, but if I don’t know you, you better keep your distance.

Unfortunately, because the definition of personal space is subjective to how one feels, I might need to invest in a sign that I wear which clearly states my personal space boundaries. Then maybe I would have the right to complain when my space is invaded. Or better yet, maybe I could actually punch them and not just imagine I was doing it. Although based on my size (which is fairly little) I probably am a better fighter in my imagination than if I were truly to try it out.

Not having considered wearing a sign when I was pregnant, I got to the point that the moment I notice someone coming towards me, I would turn and run. Literally RUN!!! This is how badly I can not stand people I do not know touching me.

Now knowing how uncomfortable it makes me when my space invaded, you can understand how upset the invader made me. When he was rubbing up against me I thought I was going to lose it. But here I was in line of people with nowhere to run as I usually would and like I said, my fighting, it’s imaginary and doesn’t do me a whole lot of good. So sadly my fight and flee method was not going to be a reasonable solution today. And neither was my just add it to the annoying list and move on solution.

All I can say is “thank God for my amazing husband who knows me so well,” because before he stepped in to rescue me, I was literally flinching and trying to hold myself together. Yah, I know, I may need to get help for this ridiculous problem of mine (along with my flying rat issue) one day. But for now, I’ll just start a new list, a list of things I need to see someone about. 😉

I don’t know why I was starting to go into full panic mode, as I should have known my husband would see that look in my eyes. The look that says “dear God, HELP!!!!!” Help is exactly what he did. He immediately moved me in front of him and to my amusement instead of just putting up with the space invader, he began slowly backing up and stepping on him. Which for those of you who don’t know, my husband is 6’4″ and 210 lbs, not someone you would want to back into you or step on you. It was amazing how this small act took me from panic to laughter within seconds. Thank you hubby.

Ironically, I don’t think my invader was phased the least by his space being invaded by the big guy. Oh well, he wasn’t in my space any longer. 🙂

But seriously, back to my list and my personal space issue, what is wrong with people who do not respect others personal space needs. No, there is no way you can know that I am not a hugger or that I carry hand sanitizer around and use it constantly, unless you are close to me. But, there is a thing called common courtesy and being aware of your surroundings. SO, take note people, whether you are in line at the grocery store, or a sporting event, or just about anywhere a line forms, give the people in front of you a little space to breath, and stop taking lessons from star fish.

 

Embracing your sea creature tendencies is only going to get you imaginary punched or stepped on by the big guy. And quite frankly, a little space is always nice.

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