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!