My Space

This sign says so much to my heart that I'd like to have one designed so I could wear it with every outfit I own. Maybe if I wore it on my being people would be more aware of limits that each one of us possess. I was taught as a young child that we all have spaces. These spaces vary in size and most people aren't comfortable letting others into this space. The space I speak of is that area around each of our beings that belongs to us. When people come to close and aren't invited into my space, I become very uncomfortable. But I really think most people know where these boundaries lie. But for those few that just don't understand that my space near my body is mine, a sign like the one above would be welcomed as an added accessory.

When woman step into my space it's mostly just an annoyance. But when a male gender person violates my space it can make me extremely angry or paranoid. Tonight I became paranoid. I've thought many times I would write a book because of all the ideas that roam my mind and tonight I think maybe I'll write a book on "our space and the rules". I would write that you have to be invited into my space and you can't just move in, even a close vicinity to my space without getting a reaction from me. Tonight I think my reaction should have been a slap to the face and not just words to tell you to move. And even if your space isn't as protected as mine is, someone failed to teach you the manners that include not touching or pressing your body close to mine. I think tomorrow I will start my book and when it's finished, the first copy will belong to you...complements of me....or maybe just a good nights sleep will calm this old lady's phobias and put them to rest.