The long drives, stuffed in the back seat of our Pink Rambler, in between two sisters is where I learned the art of throwing daggers with my eyes and how many songs can be sung with words like 'this' and 'that', causing the tongue to shoot in the direction of whichever sister you were mad at the time with. All the while, having an excuse in the lyrics of the song. All that, and plethora more...
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Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Space
Space, the final frontier.... not I.
I have no desire to explore space nor even the space that exists from the top of a Ferris Wheel. Ok, maybe a Ferris Wheel but I'm just not going to want to be any higher. I don't like heights. I don't like fast.
The space I was referring to though is our personal space, the invisible boundary most of us have. I am not terribly tall so no fear of heights here. I am not terribly old but old enough to not power walk so no issues there either.
I try to keep aware of the body space of those I work with and am around, like to have. I have a body space range also. I think most people do. I have found that some people who don't like their personal space invaded, tend to invade other peoples spaces the most. Why I wonder
I knew it was inevitable. I knew it was coming and yet I was unprepared.
I suppose I must learn this is something I can't avoid and need to accept the occasional invasion.
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