What is personal space?

February 24, 2007

What is personal space?

How do you define personal space to someone who is culturally unfamiliar with the concept? How do you demand that your personal boundaries be respected?

Two days after our wedding, FIL questioned my beliefs on feet-touching. They practice it, of course, and with great gusto. I have grown up believing that it is an antiquated custom. A remnant of a time when overt acts of subjugation were necessary to show respect, it has outlived its usefullness as we have evolved as human beings. Touching feet therefore is somehow less evolved, and at the least, unessecary. Far be it from me to explain my well considered condescension to FIL. Instead I simply stuck with ‘I don’t believe in it. I would not like to participate in it’.

Far be it from them to accept my disparate beliefs. I was made to touch feet. I have lost count how many feet I have touched. Particularly, I touched the feet of all the invitees to a dinner party4 years later. That I do remember. I was not given the option to refuse, I was not given a warning to compose myself. I was really blindsided. In a moment of great clarity I learned that you can grow up touching feet for all the world to see and still have not a shred of respect for the wishes of others.

An introduction to pure vitriol

February 23, 2007

I’ve put an end to late night jaunts under the pretex of needing coffee. I’d rather blog. And gleefully. My vitriol, afterall, is all over the web.

Today his brother and sister in law called to chat. I was polite. They were polite. It was short because I had to go back to sleep. Later he called to check if I had played nice. ‘Played nice’!

For the sake of the baby I have to stop fighting. I have to get his people out of my head. I have to enjoy the baby. I have to enjoy my time with him. He is, afterall, the sweetest man sometimes.

And it would devastate him to find this blog. So…

My vitriol
On the Web
Gleefully


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