Monday, August 2, 2010
I have a huge personal bubble.
It's absolutely massive. Miles thick.
There are a few people who are always allowed to invade this bubble without permission.
The list is fairly short:
most of my siblings
So it kind of unnerves me when strange people come close to me. I try and be polite about it. I bounce a lot anyway so I try to make my moving back look as natural as possible. Most people are accidental bubble invaders. They typically get the hint and allow me to move into a safe zone of NO TOUCHING. The absolute worst is when you find a bubble invader unable to pick up on the subtle hints. These are a rare but deathly annoying breed of human kind. They enjoy the awkward look on your face and the panic in your eyes. Every time you take a small step backwards, retreating into the empty space behind, they take one forward, closing the precious space between.
It's a new form of torture, I tell you! Forget water boarding, if someone wants information out of me all they'll have to do is stand really really close to me without my express permission or desire to have them there. I'd crack in a second.
This, dear friends, is why I can never achieve my goal of becoming a world class spy. Well that an my complete lack of martial art skills.