Maybe it’s just me, but I hate my personal space violated. I hate when people feel the need to touch me and I loathe when people stand to close to me while having a conversation, and if you ever get a hug from me cherish it as if it were the last piece of food on Earth because I hate them.
I realize that this is a personal issue of mine, you need not call me out on it. Perhaps I wasn’t hugged enough as a child (I don’t remember), or some traumatic event which my mind is blocking keeps me from wanting human contact. But I don’t understand people’s need to be so close to me all the time. I’m irresistible, I get that, but respect the boundaries.
1. If you are standing so close to me I can feel your breath as you speak, you are too close.
2. If I can identify your shampoo scent during a conversation, you are too close.
3. Unless one of us us dying, hugs are not acceptable. If I do hug you, I must like you a lot, otherwise I wouldn’t touch you.
4. If I can count your eyelashes while you are speaking to me, you need to take a step back.
5. I can hear you from across the room (usually), you need not be close enough that I can guess what you had for lunch from your breath.
6. If you want to tell me a secret, let’s go someplace private, spitting your saliva in my ear isn’t going to work for me.
7. If I suddenly get warm from your body heat, please back up.
8. Touching me will not improve my hearing of whatever you are saying.
I’m sure there are more rules to my aversion to being violated, but that list could go on forever. These are just some top stand outs.
I don’t even like my husband in my area. He has his end of the couch, I have mine. There’s that third middle cushion between us where the cat thinks she belongs. She’s wrong, but there’s no arguing with a cat.