If you are close enough to feel the heat from someone’s breath, you’re too close. If you can actually see the spit travel from their tongue to your face, you’re too close.
If every time you move slightly you step on their feet, you’re too close. If you can actually tell whether they clip their nose hairs, you’re too close. And you’re too nasty.Don’t get me wrong, I like to be close to people too. I just don’t like a bunch of people touching on me. Yes, that includes my hair. News flash to all those that don’t know - I really dislike it when people touch my hair and I try my best to not be rude about it when and if they do.
So please, please, please keep your hands off of my hair. Yeah, I know it looks "cute" and yeah I know it’s "cool," but it’s mine, not yours — so stop touching it! I don’t want to come off as this hypocrite that goes around touching anyone and everyone I please, but some things are sacred.
My hair is not just hair to me if that makes any sense. What I’m trying to say is that my hair is an extension of myself. My head is not only where I do my best thinking, but it is also where I channel my energy.
Just like Samson, that’s where my strength comes from. It may sound corny to some, but for those who know what I’m trying to say without necessarily saying it, explain it to your neighbor. In a nutshell, the head is a major erogenous zone that all don’t have access to enter.
The same goes for bald heads. Although they are incredibly sexy to some and altogether gross to others, they require the same respect as hair. For the record, I don’t think bald heads are for every man, just as Afros aren’t for everybody, but there are a few that look fairly decent and just like me, they don’t want you touching their heads either. Who knows where your hands have been?
Which leads me to eating. Don’t just go around sticking your hands in other people’s food or wrapping your lips around somebody else’s cup. Get your own stuff jabronie! This isn’t a soup kitchen! Besides, that’s not very safe in this day and age anyway.
Anyway, I digress as usual — back to personal space. Whoever came up with that four feet thing was sorely mistaken. Personal space is definitely up to the people involved. Some people like to be close when they talk. Some people like to have this invisible wall protecting them from flying spit and other debris. Personally, I don’t like people close to my face if I don’t know them. I mean, we can be all sorts of cool, but when it comes to hugging and standing close together, I’m really not into it (at least not from strangers. If you don’t know about Dub-T-C or who they are, then you’re probably a stranger).
I hope I’m not giving anyone the wrong idea. I am actually a very affectionate and loving person. I am extremely touchy-feely, which sometimes gets me into trouble. But I do know my limits, even when it seems like I don’t.
Personal space shouldn’t be something associated with limits anyway. Granted there are exceptions. Crowded elevators, congested staircases (by the way, those of you that keep going up the downstairs and down the upstairs in the Classroom Building, stop it), over-full class rooms, packed buses and dance floors, and even things that you have to stand in line for, are all space issues that require patience and not screams of "back up, you’re in my space!"
Obviously, when dealing with situations involving space, patience has to be a factor. Fortunately, people already realize this. Unfortunately, this person next to me doesn’t realize this or she wouldn’t be all in my mouth.
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