I’m all about the positive. I’m that slightly annoying, cheerful person who seeks out the good news amidst the darkness. I’m calm, patient, and reflective. All smiles and rainbows.
Until someone encroaches upon my sphere of personal space. Which has been happening more and more frequently as of late. Anywhere I’m waiting in a queue, folks are invading my bubble, and I’ve been trying to figure out why.
I mean, what’s going on here? What makes a person think that standing within three inches of a stranger’s body is socially (or hygienically) appropriate?
When you accidentally shove your grocery basket into my heels, I forgive you because, hey, we’re all hoping finish here and get back to the juicier parts of our lives. Stuff happens.
But once I’ve angled myself to encourage a greater distance between us by aiming my shoulder toward you and holding my basket between us, once I’ve made eye contact with you to show you how close you are to me (and that it’s not natural for people with no relationship to be able to feel one another’s body heat,) back
the f@&# up. Back it up.
For serious. Don’t be in my personal space. Don’t force me to fake a cough or sneeze, or failing that, actually ask you to back up. It’s too awkward for all of us. Just stay out of my atmosphere, and I’ll stay out of yours.
And on a tangentially related note, please don’t go to Subway and order “a sandwich with no bread.” Because A) that stack of meats, vegetables, and condiments you’re ordering does not actually constitute a sandwich without bread, and B) none of us need to know that, “I don’t like their bread,” especially the folks facing you who baked the bread.
Alright joy seeking folks, I’m finished whingeing. I promise the next post will reflect my celebratory, positive outlook.