It’s something we all have, but might not be acknowledged by others. The space around you, that should be people free, unless you want them to be closer. It might be a few centimeters, but we all know that just a few centimeters can have a huge impact. Just saying…
You know, I like people. I consider myself to be a people’s person. But I’m a human as well.. Sometimes I walk around with a face like a slapped ass and mentally I’m flipping people off. Frizz you, frizz you, frizz you.. Especially you.. Frizz you.. You’re okay.. Frizz you.. Etc
Especially people who come into my personal zone. That moment when people just take a step to far and enter your personal zone. I always give them the look. It’s a look that says: ‘I also like to live dangerously, but you’re messing with the wrong lady!’Personal space
Clearly it works. Cause last time when something poked me in the back I was like Woah woah woah! Totally thinking it was something else, I turned around to see it was a woman who quickly said: ooh I’m so sorry. Well, it can happen. This time. Never again.
So, I totally try not to enter people’s personal zone without permission. Sometimes it happens. Like when you walk through a crowded train with a suitcase. Yeah, your ass will probably have contact with someones face. Which isn’t that bad when it’s your ass. But when it’s your face, you’ll be like: what if he just farted?! Yikes
The only personal space I enter without permission is N’s. In bed, he doesn’t even have a personal space. Like a snake curls around a tree, I take over his personal space. I own his personal space. I become his personal space. Until I fall asleep and my subconsciousness gives him his personal space back… Yes, I’m a nice person! Subconsciously…
Charlie in the City 