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Originally Posted by Lord_magerius
I'm sure if you didn't have boobs it wouldn't happen nearly as much  |
I think it has more to do with the fact that I don't like to be rude to people, or make them feel bad, combined with the fact that my admittedly introverted preferences regarding personal space and privacy and what is socially "appropriate" are often a sharp contrast to what's assumed to be the norm in a predominately extroverted society.
So I have sometimes not been as diligent or abrupt about enforcing my boundaries as I need to be when dealing with people who assume the boundaries don't apply to them for some reason. Or else I attempt to enforce them in a way that, if
I were the other person, would be both obvious and sufficient... except I'm not the other person, and if the other person is already predisposed not to respect one's boundaries in the first place, that's a big problem.
Some long lost relative gets hold of my phone number or email address, contacts me, and I'm polite about it - oh yes, hi, I'm fine, hope you're fine, the end. To me that's not a reason to show up in town with no notice and then call me for directions to my home so they can come stay for a "visit." But apparently for some people, it is.
Eh. Recently I had a guy I dumped ten years ago show up uninvited at my door and leave messages on my machine saying he "really needs" to talk to me, apparently just because we ran into each other in public and I saw no reason not to be civil. Maybe I should've told him to **** off instead?
That one... sheesh. Still boggles my mind. It's been TEN YEARS. With NO contact. We are no longer part of each others' lives in any way, shape or form. There is nothing we "really need" to talk about. There is no "we."