Personal Space is a foreign concept in New York. There are 8 million people in this city, from all over the world and they all have a different take on the matter.
I prefer the cozy 5 foot rule, but that’s just not realistic living in the big city.
On my extra crazy days I just avoid the subway and pay for the comfort of a cab. I avoid Times Square and I deck myself out in giant sunglasses and dirty looks to keep from getting pulled into any unwanted social situations.
Granted I rather fucked myself by getting my exterior colored on. It seems that once you do that sort of thing, you also permanently punch your public pester pants card.
Don’t think you can walk down the block without getting screamed at or poked.
Take last Friday. I’m standing outside of my salon waiting for my friend to arrive and some guy walks by, much too close to my persons and says some, “hey ma, I like your ink” kinda bull-jive and keeps on walking, until he peeps my hand. Which is swollen and only a few days old. It throbs, it’s raw and I certainly don’t want strangers touching it. Which this sack of shit tried to do.
On what planet is that ok? Bitches with tattooed hands, minding their own business in leather jackets and fuck you perma-faces don’t want to be poked.
Personal space. It’s dying and it’s not respected. If I had a dollar for every time someone told me to go fuck myself for not responding politely to the invasion I’d be one rich bitch.
Respect, personal space and not leaving a footprint, (mental or carbon), seem to be forgotten and neglected. Not taught or preached loud enough.
Living like this won’t work. The bridges will fall and the cities will burn, the forests will disappear. Which leads me to my point.
Not only do we not respect other people’s personal space. We have lost all respect for the Earth’s personal space. We dump, trash, set fires and poison the earth relentlessly.
We’re killing off our life source by being ignorant and disrespectful. We need to treat the planet as we want to be treated.
Respect personal boundaries, keep our trash to ourselves and stop leaving such a heavy footprint.
A great thinker and leader passed yesterday. One who fought for many things, this being one of them. That man was Russell Means.
“There is another way,” Means said in the speech. “There is the traditional Lakota way and the ways of the American Indian peoples. It is the way that knows that humans do not have the right to degrade Mother Earth, that there are forces beyond anything the European mind has conceived, that humans must be in harmony with all relations or the relations will eventually eliminate the disharmony.”
Diagnosed with esophageal cancer in 2011, and given only a short time to live, Means used native treatments and remedies and opted out of chemotherapy and radiation. He died on his ranch this week and is survived by his wife, Pearl Daniels, and his nine children.
http://www.thenation.com/article/170799/russell-means-fighter-and-patriot# For the full article.
Basically, let’s all mind our own business; but not be selfish. Don’t shit in someone’s backyard. Keep your pants on and leave other people and the Earth alone. Pick up your feet a little.
Reuse, Reduce, Recycle and Don’t Fucking Touch Me…
RIP Russell. Thank you for your time and service. You will not be forgotten.
Check out the blog on it's home site @
www.hihaveyoumetme.com for previous writings and more.
Don’t forget to stalk me further at https://twitter.com/#!/hihaveyoumetme orhttp://www.facebook.com/authorkatemonahan
I prefer the cozy 5 foot rule, but that’s just not realistic living in the big city.
On my extra crazy days I just avoid the subway and pay for the comfort of a cab. I avoid Times Square and I deck myself out in giant sunglasses and dirty looks to keep from getting pulled into any unwanted social situations.
Granted I rather fucked myself by getting my exterior colored on. It seems that once you do that sort of thing, you also permanently punch your public pester pants card.
Don’t think you can walk down the block without getting screamed at or poked.
Take last Friday. I’m standing outside of my salon waiting for my friend to arrive and some guy walks by, much too close to my persons and says some, “hey ma, I like your ink” kinda bull-jive and keeps on walking, until he peeps my hand. Which is swollen and only a few days old. It throbs, it’s raw and I certainly don’t want strangers touching it. Which this sack of shit tried to do.
On what planet is that ok? Bitches with tattooed hands, minding their own business in leather jackets and fuck you perma-faces don’t want to be poked.
Personal space. It’s dying and it’s not respected. If I had a dollar for every time someone told me to go fuck myself for not responding politely to the invasion I’d be one rich bitch.
Respect, personal space and not leaving a footprint, (mental or carbon), seem to be forgotten and neglected. Not taught or preached loud enough.
Living like this won’t work. The bridges will fall and the cities will burn, the forests will disappear. Which leads me to my point.
Not only do we not respect other people’s personal space. We have lost all respect for the Earth’s personal space. We dump, trash, set fires and poison the earth relentlessly.
We’re killing off our life source by being ignorant and disrespectful. We need to treat the planet as we want to be treated.
Respect personal boundaries, keep our trash to ourselves and stop leaving such a heavy footprint.
A great thinker and leader passed yesterday. One who fought for many things, this being one of them. That man was Russell Means.
“There is another way,” Means said in the speech. “There is the traditional Lakota way and the ways of the American Indian peoples. It is the way that knows that humans do not have the right to degrade Mother Earth, that there are forces beyond anything the European mind has conceived, that humans must be in harmony with all relations or the relations will eventually eliminate the disharmony.”
Diagnosed with esophageal cancer in 2011, and given only a short time to live, Means used native treatments and remedies and opted out of chemotherapy and radiation. He died on his ranch this week and is survived by his wife, Pearl Daniels, and his nine children.
http://www.thenation.com/article/170799/russell-means-fighter-and-patriot# For the full article.
Basically, let’s all mind our own business; but not be selfish. Don’t shit in someone’s backyard. Keep your pants on and leave other people and the Earth alone. Pick up your feet a little.
Reuse, Reduce, Recycle and Don’t Fucking Touch Me…
RIP Russell. Thank you for your time and service. You will not be forgotten.
Check out the blog on it's home site @
www.hihaveyoumetme.com for previous writings and more.
Don’t forget to stalk me further at https://twitter.com/#!/hihaveyoumetme orhttp://www.facebook.com/authorkatemonahan