I’m in my neighborhood grocery store waiting in line to pay for my items when suddenly, I feel a basket or cart tap me in the leg, or worse, hot breath on the back of my neck.
*Side eye* Personal space invaders, yeah, this post is for you.
Even after huffing, puffing, and switching my position as a warning to said space invader, that if they don’t back up, I will get vocal, and maybe physical, they still want to be an ass wipe and make me uncomfortable with their unwanted closeness.
Boundaries people, boundaries. Ask yourselves, how close is too close? Now I’m a black woman, and I’ve noticed that compared to other cultures, African-American people tend to require more ‘elbow room’ when conversing, waiting in line, or even being a part of a crowd that’s waiting to cross a street.
Knowing this has led me to believe, that everyone didn’t learn ‘respecting personal space 101’ during circle time in preschool like I did. I was taught at a very early age to always be at arm’s length of someone.
I can accept children not being aware that their body is too close to someone else’s, but you overgrown sap suckas SHOULD KNOW! PERIOD! If you can pick-pocket me, then sis you’re too close! If I can feel your body heat, then bro, you’re too close! GET UP OFF ME! BACK UP!
If you’re 30 years old, and I’m forced to introduce you to the chicken wing rule (If you put your arms out like chicken wings and your elbows touch the person next to you, then you are too damn close) it will be aggressive. Which could prompt a fight to break out- and believe me that is not what you want.
BE MORE AWARE AND HAVE BETTER CONTROL OF YOUR BODY ADULTS! I do not want to feel your unfamiliar genitals grazing my back pocket! My personal space is only flexible when it comes to my man, and children, everyone else needs to fall back; I don’t even want your shadow on me.