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… don’t stand … don’t stand so … don’t stand so close to me …

Space. The final frontier.

I like people. I like being with people. I like being with people that I like being with.

But I like my space.

I hate standing in lines. I’m not a big one for being in a tightly-packed crowd. I get annoyed when people stand in front of me when I go to see a band play.

You see, I like my space.

It’s fine when friends get really close physically, but when random people do it, it gets uncomfortable and I get annoyed. I want to have a little room to move, room to breathe — call it personal space, call it whatever you want.

Other people may not want or need their own space, but I do, and I don’t think I’m alone.

I wonder if I should just cut down on showers.

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