Okay. So, I’m pretty laid back, overall. I have my pet peeves, but I generally leave others well enough alone. Mostly because I’m not a people person to begin with, so other people’s drama flies right past me, like bubbles in the wind.
Lately there’s been something really getting on my nerves (and Nic’s, really) and I’m wondering if we’re just oddballs.
Relevant tangent in 3…2…1…
I swim on Tues and Thurs at our gym. I wear headphones so I don’t have to listen to other people yammer about their kids or jobs or the weather. It can get really busy, which I find stressful, as I hate dodging other people like we’re salmon in a closed system. So I usually leave if it’s like that.
Today there were only two people in the pool, and the fast lane was empty. Thanks to my new obsession with green circles on my Fitbit that was perfect, as I wanted to really swim. Then the other two people got out, and it was empty for about five glorious minutes.
A lady gets in and moves right to the fast lane rope beside me. In an otherwise empty pool, right beside me. Then another lady comes in, and gets in the fast lane. And she and the other lady proceed to leisurely swim up and down the rope line, chatting.
I wanted to drown them both.
And return to the primary topic in 3…2…1…
This happens a lot lately. There’s loads of space, but someone will come and work out right next to us. Or get the locker right next to ours in an empty locker room. Or push right up against you with their cart in the store.
Are we the only people who like space? Who look around and find a place not to encroach on others? Why? Why do people have to be right where we are? Are they really not aware of there being more space, other space? Do they so not care about people being next to them?
Is this a peculiar quirk? Do you care or pay attention?
Because seriously…my Latina side is about to pop out like an evil, Mexican jack-in-the-box.