We all have our personal space as invisible auras around us. This can be as we see it. It can be experienced or thought of as consciousness, mental, emotional, sexual or whatever.
Today I had something very uncomfortable happen to me where I felt my personal space being violated. I know that different cultures have different personal spaces. I know that my personal space is there but today I experienced a disruption of it. I was checking out at a store. I noticed a young man come from behind me as my items were being scanned. He had one item. Normally, I would let a rushed person with one item pass ahead. Yet, my items were already being scanned. This young man was standing very close. Then I noticed I became confused in the sense that I could not remember my pin number for my debt card. I could not find my driver’s license to identify myself to the cashier. Then I looked over at this young man and he was very close. Before I signed my name on the computer prompt.
I told the guy to back off and that he was invading my personal space. He laughed at me. I was very serious.
Then he asked me how much. I reached out my arm as far as I could and said a little more than this. I then realized to myself , that this is in fact my own personal space. At first I did not comprehend what was happening, but after a quick association and sensitivity I then realized what was distorting my normal functions as a person within my own personal space. I went into the store with a very open personal space. I will not let that happen again. I want to let people know that to earn entrance into my personal space takes time. Maybe burning a little white sage might be the right way of ritualistically awakening the strength of ones personal space within an environment that is based on a variable of unknown persons. Maybe eyeballing the environment is what must be done.
Forgive me for any personal spaces I have violated unawares…
In all regards we need to respect another person’s personal space; realizing that when we find others in this life that bond with us, or let down their personal space for us in a complementary way, that it is a blessing. I do not like it any other way.