Yesha Callahan

Space Invaders

If there is one thing that I can’t stand more than anything is, “Space Invaders”! Those are the people who can’t seem to get close enough to you when they have something to say, the ones that are ALWAYS up in your face in a conversation that is not meant to be an intimate one.

For example, I have a coworker who small remain nameless. She’s the sweetest woman ever, but she’s constantly invading other people’s space. Just this morning a group of us were in the hallway outside of my office talking and she walks up on me and starts sniffing my neck. She caught me off guard and I moved away really quick. She then started complimenting me on my perfume (Alfred Sung, “Forever”). Ok, I’m fine with the fact that you think I smell good, I mean, I smell good everyday, but was it necessary for you to come up all on my neck as if you were about to kiss me?

This wasn’t the first time I’ve had problems with her. She’s definitely one of those touchy-feely people, but when I think I’m finally getting used to her being that way, she does something else to further invade my space.

Most people who know me, know that I hate public transportation with a passion. When I lived the NYC Metro area, the one thing I did not look forward to was commuting on a train or bus. I always had that one person who wanted to sit next to me and hold a conversation or lean over and try to read my newspaper or magazine with me. There were several times I had to either give someone the evil eye or come out and ask them if I could help them with something.

I like my space. I hate space invaders.

Don’t breathe too close to me. Don’t walk to close to me. Don’t talk to close in my face. If you need to find out what perfume I’m wearing, don’t take it upon yourself to smell my neck. If you happen to like my hair, don’t take it upon yourself to reach out and touch it, because you might draw back a nub. I swear, sometimes I wish I could just walk around in my own bubble so at least people will be able to see where my space is clearly defined!

  1. April 10, 2008 - Reply

    See this is what I like about your blogs, they remind me of me. How about this… I sit at a desk thats open to the work area. My co-workers ramble through my things, and when someone comes to my desk to discuss things they take it as being open conversation and join right in. Then the final, and probably most irksome thing they do is, if they think that I am reading something interesting in email or whatever they will walk around my desk and stand right behind me to read with me. They almost always get angry when I shut it down and glare. Oh and finally theres the security guard in our garage who says good morning and if you respond then she wants to chit chat….LADY there are ten cars behind me waiting to get in the garage shut up already!!!

    Whew! Feels good to vent. Thanks.


  2. April 10, 2008 - Reply

    Oooo and since I cut my hair all off and started wearing it natural people want to ‘touch it’ more than when I had it relaxed and long. I am also a huge germaphobe and please dont touch me. I dont know where those paws have been.

    Can you tell this blog struck a nerve with me? I think that I might print it out and post it on my wall.


  3. April 13, 2008 - Reply

    Space Invasion is THE WORST. I remember when I was pregnant, suddenly my belly seemed to become public domain. STRANGERS (mostly old ladies… WTF) felt compelled to put their hands on it. I came close to hauling off and slapping a few.

  4. April 13, 2008 - Reply

    This is a really interesting post. It makes me think of something white people do a lot of, which is more like “Space Ownership.” Unlike most black people, they’ll stand in the way in hallways or busy sidewalks, making people walk around them. Or there’s those white women in skirts on the bus who always have to cross their legs, and so they also have to stick one foot and leg out in the aisle. So what if people have to brush up against that shoe, even on rainy days. I’ll have to write a post about this. Thanks for the inspiration.

    Macon D

  5. March 24, 2009 - Reply

    ”yes, yes & yes!!” was all i could say to this post.. why oh why can’t people keep themselves to themselves… even queueing at the supermarket – i hate when someone sidles too close up behind me.. i now developed a technique to maximise my personal space when this happens.. i stand out of the queue and leave my basket in my place nudging it along when the queue moves…. madness you think but it does save me having some random breathing down the back of my neck..
    @ macon.. i thought i was the only one who observed the ‘space ownership’ thing… look forward to reading your post..

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