Camping in certain spots, particularly beaches, turns a tad bothersome for me when fellow campers opt for spots way too close to ours. Picture a scenario: there’s limited real estate for our blanket, and at that point, my preference is to hunt for a more expansive patch to settle in. But here’s the question that lingers: what prompts some individuals to disregard personal space boundaries on the beach?
Getting up close and personal in conversation is another peeve of mine. Especially when it involves someone practically sharing my breathing space. Now, what puzzles me is this: as I instinctively shift back, the other party seemingly responds with a forward shuffle. Is it really that hard to notice that I’m attempting to establish some distance? The curious thing here is the persistence in this encroachment – what fuels this need to invade my zone?
Phone calls at the most unexpected of times often throw me off track. My usual tactic is to let the call ring out and later return it when it’s more convenient for me. My rationale? Avoiding the hassle of explaining what I’m currently engaged in during that random call. A parallel scene unfolds with messages too; I’m inclined to respond when I’m genuinely free or in the mood. Naturally, exceptions abound for my wife and close family members, who occupy a special tier in my communication priority list.