There is one thing that’s always stood in the way of me being truly happy. Ever since I was young, I’ve been impatient, especially with other people. And, ever since I was young, I’ve had one particular annoying thing happen to me over and over again to test my patience. In fact, it’s happening to me right now and it’s pushing my patience to the limit.
I enjoy my space. I don’t like people being in my space, not even my friends or family. Unless they really need to be there, I find it rude. I don’t get in other people’s space. Ever.
The bottom line is that I don’t have patience for people who need to be in my space. So, of course, people always get into my space!
People Have Always Felt The Need To Sit Next To Me
When I was young and took the bus to school, someone always had to sit next to me, even when there were other seats around me. One time the bus was completely empty and someone sat right next to me.
I got to the point where I preferred standing on the bus because if I sat I knew people would sit right next to me. But, the bus is not the only place where people have always felt the need to sit or stand right next to me.
If I sit on a bench, and there are plenty of other benches around, people will still sit next to me.
If I park my car far away from other cars, someone will always park next to me.
If I’m checking out a book in a bookstore, someone always has to check out the same section in the same space that I’m in.
If I’m in line somewhere, people will stand so close behind me I can feel their breath on my neck.
I can’t even think of all the times that people have gotten into my space when there is plenty of space around me.
And today, I’m at a coffee shop where the majority of the seats are empty, yet a young woman decided to sit right across from me.
This first picture is the coffee shop and all the empty seats. There are even more behind me.
In this next picture there are more empty seats, and if you look at the right, you will see the hand of the woman who chose to sit right across from me. She couldn’t even sit at the end of the table. She had to sit right across from me. Her stuff is touching my stuff she’s so close. I could even reach out and touch her hair.
I do my best to love people and see the good in people, but when people need to invade my space when there is plenty of space for them to be, I just don’t understand it.
Why Do People Get In My Space?
My friends have told me I should take it as a compliment. Obviously, people feel comfortable enough to sit around me. Maybe I smell good, look good, or just seem like a nice person that makes them feel comfortable. But, that doesn’t make me feel any better. If they like me that much, they can admire me from afar. They don’t need to invade my space.
Another theory that I have (and pretty much believe) is that I need to learn patience, so a higher force is telling them that they should sit right next to me. Maybe they don’t understand why they are doing it. Maybe they wonder what the hell they are doing sit right next to me or across from me when every other seat is open, but still feel compelled to get into my space.
I’m a strong believer that everything happens to better you in some way. So, because I know patience will be so beneficial for my life, I truly think that this keeps happening to make me someone who can not just tolerate this kind of thing, but feel good about it.
Hopefully One Day I’ll Be Patient Enough To Tolerate It
For now, I haven’t learned patience when it comes to people sitting in my space. It annoys me just as much as it did when I was younger. But, I guarantee that people are not going to stop getting so close to me.
Hopefully one day someone will sit pretty much in my lap and I’ll take it as a compliment rather than something annoying.