I have always enjoyed my personal space. You know what I mean, that little foot or so of space that surrounds your body. For the most part I don’t like people to enter this space unless they have been invited by me either through word or gesture.
Occasionally I have come across someone that is a “close talker”. This is a person who stands in the previously mentioned circle of personal space and tries to have a conversation with you. I usually can’t concentrate on what this person is saying because all I can think is how this person is standing way too close to me, or how I really wish this person weren’t standing so close to me. If you want to tell me something important make sure you give me my personal space so I can listen to what you are saying.
I don’t always need a foot of personal space… sometimes I need a lot more. For instance, if you go into a public restroom and there are numerous empty stalls don’t use the one right next to me. Use the one that is farthest from any other stall in use. I know that isn’t always practical and sometimes you have to use a stall that is adjacent to one that is already in use. That’s fine, but for Pete’s sake don’t let your little kid peek up into my stall.
Another area where I need a lot of personal space is the movie theatre. If I’m sitting in a nearly empty theatre there is no need for you to sit in the row in front or behind me or the seats next to me. Please give me a buffer row or two. Now if the theatre is bursting at the seams then go a head and sit next to me. I’ll completely understand and I might even share my popcorn with you.
If you run into me somewhere and I’m pregnant just remember this one simple rule: No touchy! I know that pregnant people look cute and I guess they must look really nurturing which must make people feel comfortable in touching the pregnant woman’s stomach. You wouldn’t greet me with a little pat on the stomach if I wasn’t pregnant so you probably shouldn’t do it when I am pregnant (which I’m not in case you’re wondering).
Don’t get me wrong, I find people immensely interesting and fun to be around. I love to get together with friends, people watch when possible, and lend a hand or a hug when I’m needed. Maybe I just have a mild case of social anxiety disorder.