Respect My Space

There are a few things I ask for in life...This is one of those things

Recently, I experienced another incident that threw me for a loop. An 'older' person put their hands on me. Now unlike the previous incident, this was more like we were best friends and the person had something to tell me that was very exciting. As I always do, for about .05 seconds, I thought the worse and then thought nothing else of the gesture, but more of the fact that I was touched.

There are a few things I ask for in life. One of those things is to respect my space! I might not always be in the mood for you to be close to me, even in conversation. For example, when I am first introduced to a new environment, i.e. classes, I may sit in the back or off to the side. I won't raise my hand to answer a question and I may even seem irritated because I was called on by the professor.

Anywhoo. I like people, have always felt comfortable around people, but I NEED MY SPACE! There was no way for this particular person to know that I didn't appreciate the fact that their hands had touched me, but clearly you don't know me. I could be in jail right now, thinking about how I could put this post up.

I am not trying to be rude or anything, but if I am looking tired, don't ask, "You tired?" If you ask me to wait on you to go toward the same destination as you, and I am looking at you with the 'boo boo face', please, tell me to go without you or tell me to go without you (AND YES, I KNOW I TYPED IT TWICE!). Let me do me. As I have stated in earlier posts, I like to be to myself from time to time, because things may become uncomfortable to me. Don't ask me questions about what's going on or can I help you with something. Respect me, by respecting the fact I don't want you in my space.

And yes, my space includes anything dealing with me!