Some people (nameless and I swear I harbor no ill will) really do not seem fazed by the amazing lack of awareness that they are crossing, have crossed, and will again cross, The Line. For instance, my line.
I've been trying to assess where my line is, and why I get so uncomfortable, but I'm not sure I am qualified to figure it out.
Regardless, here are a couple of examples:
If I don't know you, I will not be your friend on Facebook. Sorry, that's just how it works.
If I am having a conversation with someone, and that someone is not you, please do not enter said conversation just because you are in the building, too.
This goes for questions, as well. If I ask someone a question and am looking at that person, that question is not for you. I know you want to be a part of it all, but well, you can't be. Them's the rules.
Lastly, if I am speaking with someone else, and you decide you want to be a part of the conversation, please (and this one is serious) do not walk over closer to me and sit down in order to be a part of the conversation I was a moment ago having with someone else. It's creepy.
Okay, now that I've vented, I'd like to apologize (if only a little) for being so affected. It's a lack of social awareness in an otherwise kind person, but there's something irksome about invading my space and crossing my boundaries...
I don't like feeling uncomfortable.
I've historically appreciated people who draw outside the lines, who dress wildly, who live differently, and enjoy a version of life quite different from my own. I guess it's easy to appreciate differences when you can't smell the soda pop on their breath.
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