It takes me a long time to warm up to people I don't know. Hell, it takes me a long time to warm up to people I DO know.
In fact, it has been only recently that I've allowed my mother to hug me. I figured after 39 years, and that whole raising me and nurturing me thing, I'd throw the woman a bone.
Still, she's only allowed one 3-second embrace every other week. Anything more has to be negotiated ahead of time, in writing, and after being reviewed by my lawyers. We don't need to go overboard, after all.
So you can understand that I become EXTREMELY uncomfortable when people I don't know get too close to me. Yet my personal space seems to be something that strangers LOVE to violate more and more - a disturbing trend that has led me to consider never leaving my house again. At least not without a bubble.
The last time it happened was at a sandwich shop. I was in line getting my sandwich, and there was no one else behind me. For some reason, however, this mammoth of a man decided that he needed to stand so close to me in line that I felt like I should hand him a condom. I could FEEL him breathing on me, smell his cheep cologne. His size cast a shadow on me that was oppressive. He was obviously in a hurry, which is why he felt it necessary to be so close. But by crawling all up into me his sandwich was not being made any faster.
At one point, I turned to him and asked him not to stand so close. After looking at me like *I* was the freak, he stepped back. But just three seconds later he was breathing down my neck again, seemingly oblivious that he was again in my personal space without an invitation. By the end of the encounter, I felt like I needed to go home and shower. Or possibly throw up. I definitely was in no mood to eat my sandwich.
And this is not an isolated incident. At the bank machine the other day, a woman stood so close to me I could feel her boobs touching my back. WTF? I felt like I was in some lesbian porn movie. I also asked her to back up, not just for my personal space, but for my personal privacy. She didn't need to see my PIN number, or my bank account balance. And I know I didn't need to feel her cup size. Yet, she also had the nerve to be annoyed with me. The bitch actually rolled her eyes when I asked for some space. I had to resist the urge to slap her hard enough to make them roll onto the floor. Maybe then I'd get some breathing room as she chased blindly after them.
At a recent holiday party, I had another guy who kept leaning in and talking into my nostrils. He was so close I could see his fillings. I tried backing up, but he just stepped forward again. Take a fucking hint, asshole ... when I've moved away from you to the point I'm almost in the parking lot, it's because I don't want you in my face. Back the fuck off.
But perhaps the most common place I have my personal space violated is the women's bathroom. For some reason, women who are perfect strangers feel that if they are in the john with me, it qualifies me to be their new best friend. I've even had women I don't know look over the stall at me to strike up a conversation as I tried to pee. That is just wrong, and I think should even be illegal. Just because my bladder and your bladder are on the same schedule does not mean we should get matching BFF bracelets. You don't need to hug me to celebrate you have just pissed either, or stroke my hair while asking me what conditioner I use as I stand at the sink washing my hands. Just do your business, and let me do mine. And try not to touch me while you're at it.
All I'm asking is for two-square-feet of personal space and some uninterrupted time to pee. Is that so wrong? Are people so desperate for physical contact - for ANY type of human interaction - they are just taking it anywhere they can get it - even if it's at Quiznos or Wells Fargo? Can't they just buy a dog, and leave the rest of us alone?
My Dad just cuts a big fart for anyone who annoys him on a plane. He actually leans so it goes their way when they won't take notice of the book he is reading or the fact that his eyes have remained closed for more than a minute. He uses the same technique for those bang the backs of his ankles with the shopping cart in the check- out line. If the person also happens to mistake the check-out line for a real live chat room, he squats when he does it.
I can't wait to turn 80.
Posted by: Cuz_I'm_The_Mom | August 11, 2008 at 12:13 PM
I can't wait to give you a BIG hug and maybe a kiss on the cheek!
I just don't understand why people feel they can behave in public bathrooms the way they do in their bathrooms at home. For example, how dare someone get mad at me for questioning them on why they were washing pants in a sink at work that they pissed in while serving food. SO GROSS!
Posted by: Daisy | February 06, 2008 at 02:12 PM
I'm a toucher. I will touch you. But your post freaked me out a little and made me feel a little sick, so I will ask permission first next time.
And try not to breast someone at the ATM. Cause that is just wrong.
And the bathroom? Oh don't get me started. I have done TWO posts in the last month about freaks in the bathroom!
Posted by: Kelley | January 23, 2008 at 01:57 PM
wow.. some people are really ignorant of other people's personal space, but i haven't had such experiences like yours. perhaps not showering might help... but then again you might just attract the bad-smelling personal-space-invaders. bah!!
Posted by: rebecca | January 22, 2008 at 05:43 PM
i can not stand to have some one breathe on me. even my hubby. sometimes it's ok for the kids. but only sometimes. i also do not like people i do not know or do not like to touch me.
Posted by: zoe | January 22, 2008 at 05:31 PM
ok so this is kind of gross. ok so really gross. well i have this amazing ability to puke on command. and I've only had to do it once, but lets just say that the guy at the bank who likes to stand a little to close sees me and walks out instantly now.
Posted by: juneyor | January 22, 2008 at 02:44 PM
You know when you're standing in line and people keep cutting in front of you? That's because you are actually leaving a "personal space" in front of you. I get tweaked cuz everyone is cutting in front of me, but it's better than intimately counting the guy in front of me's back hair with my nipples!
Give us some breathing room people!
Oh and btw, I AM a hugger, but I promise not to hug you in the ladies room...
Posted by: ie | January 22, 2008 at 01:44 PM
Next time someone does this to you, just reach down and hold their hand.
Then say something like:
"My psychic TOLD me that my soulmate would brush up against me. You must be it. I like beans."
You can do this with a man OR a woman.
They'll back off.
If they don't, then maybe they really ARE your soulmate.
Take THAT, E-Harmony!
Posted by: moooooog35 | January 22, 2008 at 06:55 AM
Sad, but so totally true. Of course, that's why God invented pepper spray.
Posted by: Politically Blonde | January 21, 2008 at 09:09 PM
I think the sandwich shop guy followed me home the other night. I was coming home from a friends house after midnight, so there wasn't a bunch of traffic, and I swear the car was about 2 inches from my tail! It was kinda freaking me out ... I don't get why people do that either. I'm all about the personal space. And I promise never to talk to you while you pee.
Posted by: scriggle | January 21, 2008 at 06:58 PM