PERSONAL BOUNDARIES

You know since my last little blow up about people overstepping boundaries, I’ve been thinking about them somewhat.  As humans we’ve been erecting fences since we selfishly wanted others to stay out of our space.  But physical fences aside, there are often good reasons to erect fences that tell others where you draw the line.  There are people who automatically decide that your friend is also their friend and insert themselves into conversations, meals, etc without even as “may I join you” kind of thing, or the ones who speak your personal affairs all over and to whomever because “hey they care/are proud/ about you dammit”, never once giving thought to the “do you mind if I share this with others” kind of thing. While this may sound petty to some, it’s about consideration and privacy(I did say I have control issues).  There are also the ones who either repost, hell even steal outright things that belong to you personally, that you have written, drawn, produced.  All in the name of “sharing”.  But is it truly “sharing” if one does not either source back to the owner, or taking piecemeal parts of works and passing it off an one’s own?  I think not.  You have crossed the boundary of slime.  In my world, proper etiquette(I’m from the south btw, where manners are taught from birth and expected to be used til one leaves for another plane), says that one always asks politely before doing , saying or inserting ones self into someone else’s privacy or work.  It’s called respect.  A lot of people don’t seem to have the concept of that, but those who repeatedly come into contact with me will damn soon learn it or they will be kicking rocks to somewhere else.  ”Good fences make good neighbors” so says Robert Frost.  I believe that.  Not to keep the neighbors out per se, but to respect each other’s privacy, so that should we decide to have interaction, there is always a gate that can be used to walk through(after an invitation of course). yeah, I know, I’m a privacy geek, but those damn pesky control issues of mine tend to keep me on the straight and narrow.  And that makes me a better friend to others, as well as satisfying the southern manners ingrained into me since the day I arrived upon the earth.

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