Monday, 25 February 2008

Poker Pal

Today, I have been poked.

Properly poked, that is, not electronically poked. I have also been grabbed, pinched, held and touched.

Don't touch me please,
I cannot stand the way you tease.

There's a level of familiarity that people allow among each other, social normality dictates many of these rules - if, for example, you don't know a person very well, you probably wouldn't touch their backside intentionally (alcohol-induced interactions aside.) Within close friends, obviously the idea of acceptability is altered to fit in with the unwritten yet universally understood code of conduct that governs relationships between people. We know we don't do that, but this is permitted, because we've evolved our relationship to such a point that we're both comfortable with it.

It makes me feel awkward, and I find it awfully annoying when certain people have little concept of personal space, or are unable to judge acceptable boundaries.

It's not always easy to know where the mark is, but generally most people recognise when they overstep it. Subtle signals in body language; an immediate recoil at unexpectedly intimate contact is usually enough to make most people see where to stop. The inability to interpret these almost imperceptible responses is a small sign of slight social retardation and when it comes down to it, it's probably part of the reason one might find it hard to form meaningful relationships with people.

On the jukebox: Garbage ~ I Think I'm Paranoid

2 comments:

  1. It seems that people on the continent have even less perception of personal space. I got grabbed in certain areas more times than I can count on two hands. Drunken or not I can't understand why people think it's a good idea and it concerns me even more than after a blatant 'piss off' stare people just don't get the message.

    I think I shall patent a badge: Stop grabbing me, I'll break your arm off :oD

    xxx

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  2. Flix!!
    Someone I know is getting to see B*Witched at the beginning of March as party of a bar crawl.

    Je suis triste :o(

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