Boundaries

Boundaries…just the word alone brings to mind a partition of separation, a divide.  So why would we have those..should we have those.From a personal perspective, I have always had  boundaries .  I hate having my personal space invaded when I am working or doing things that require a lot of concentration.  I also dislike it when people touch my personal belongings.  This weekend was full of conversation of people not respecting other’s personal space regarding their path(you’re doing it wrong), overstepping boundaries about family dynamics(don’t even ask), and lest we forget the personal attacks..”you’re going to go out wearing that”? yeah..I know sometimes it seems like to those on the outside looking in, that its about “petty stuff”, but really when you think about it, we all have things that we would prefer others to just keep their nose the hell out of.  We fashion our lives, our paths, our spirituality as best we can.  Sometimes we cobble it from a blueprint already set up by others, sometimes taking things that are workable and shaping it to reflect who we are.  So what gives others the right to overstep those walls we erect for our own protection?  Robert Frost once remarked

Before I built a wall, I’d ask to know
What I was walling up or in
And to whom I was like to give offence 

Truthfully, most people respect boundaries, but then you have those who take offense that you will not let them into every aspect of your life.  I don’t get that.  I feel everyone is entitled to some private space..that one corner that you can keep hidden from the world.  So what is it that makes people want to pry into secrets of others..the reading of diaries, the stepping over boundaries..even those spelled out  in full view of everyone.  I mean I dont know how much plainer one can get when you tell someone…It’s personal..back away…..I’ve even had people get mad at me for not saying everything my path encompasses…I don’t get that either..Why does it matter?  I give a general view..sometimes what I know comes out in conversations, other times I am not telling, not because it’s some gigantic secret passed down by elders, ancestors, or what have you..but because it’s my own personal beliefs, practices and rituals.  I made them mine based upon a few things shown to me by others that I respect, other things that my guides have shown me and things that resonated when I found them in my search for knowledge.  It’s MY journey–and if that wall I erect to keep you from satisfying your curiosity  offends you..then SO FUCKING WHAT!!!  I don’t care!  I am not here to feed your insatiable ignorant curiosity about what it is that makes me tick.  I choose to live my life as I will and your opinions do NOT matter in the grand scheme of things.  So yes, boundaries are important because they set limits for people who do not get the concept that everyone has their own code of morals, ideals and general views of life.  Was asked if this was directed at specific people, and while I could be snarky and say yes..I’ll just hold up the mirror and see who doesn’t care for the view…