You are at the gym. You do not have a work-out partner because you simply prefer to work-out alone. You strongly prefer to work-out alone. You insist on working out alone!!! You do not object to those working out around you as long as they respect your space. You make it a point to respect theirs. The gym is not particularly crowded, thus, there are ample treadmills and machines available. You are in your own groove, your muscles are flexing fluidly to the rhythm of your exercise. Cardio Zen has been reached.

Out of absolutely nowhere, an incomplete intruder abruptly plunks their utterly uninvited arse onto YOUR treadmill. The rude jerk is so close to you that you can count skin pores. A passing look of astonishment crosses your face on its rapid journey towards toxic irritation. In contrast, a look of blissful ignorance washes over the interloper’s face. A look that says “What? I belong here! I don’t need an invitation!” Your rhythm falters . . . your Zen is shattered . . . your forehead creases into deep runnels . . .

You are in a coffee shop. You do not have a companion because you simply wanted to enjoy your own company. You really need some time alone. You just might kill for some peace and quiet. There are a number of empty tables and you have not chosen one that would appear to be a particularly prized location. Suddenly, a body descends into the chair that stands within your immediate personal space . . .

I do not work-out at a gym, nor do I frequent coffee shops, however, THAT, folks, is how I feel when people — friends and strangers alike — forcibly insert themselves into MY dance space!

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