What is it with people here? There are partcular nationalities here (who for the sake of political correctness will remain nameless) who have no concept of personal space. I dont know where it comes from, maybe because they suffer overcrowding at home and its a conditioned response.
For godssake, yesterday I was virtually pulling people out of my pocket. One guy was so close that I could feel his hot breath on my neck and saliva dripping on my shoulder.
I can understand that the concept of personal space may have no place at a crowded U2 concert, where musical passion mixed with alcohol assures a homogenous mass of bodies swaying and singing in unison. I'm sorry, you may think I'm a tad anal, but I dont expect that queuing for a burger at Macdonalds.
I consider myself somewhat non-descript. I am not Brad Pitt or a hideous troll. somewhere in-between. So why oh why do people stare? where I come from, eye contact in a lift, train, bar is frowned upon. It is done, but so clandestinely that if the person you're looking at catches you, you feel like you have just been caught with your hand down their underwear. I was brought up with the concept "Dont stare. It's rude".
In England, you could run through the high street completely naked with an ostrich feather sticking out of your bottom and singing Queens Bohemian Rhapsody and noone will stare. People just don't do it.
Here it's a different story. I've had people stand squarely infront of me, staring like their lives depended on it. Again, it's usually the nationalities that don't understand personal space. If you ever get into a situation where they get up close AND stare at the same time, then you're really up against it. Looks like its "fisty cuffs" time and someones going to be picking their teeth up with a broken arm. Alternatively, I could dig that ostrich feather out again "I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me.....)
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