Where are the boundaries and your personal space
What I expect is for the mailman to use the sidewalk, not to take a short-cut between houses, which makes a pathway in my grass..

I expect you to keep your dog on a leash and if it chits on my grass, pick it up. Cats, well, I like them but I dont want to pick up the dung from my flowerbeds..keep em indoors.
In a lineup at the bank or wherever, I like an arm-length distance between the person ahead of me, yet the person behind me is breathing down my neck, the stench of cigarette smoke or too much perfume emanating from them..
hmmm, what else

I have NO expectations about other people's boundaries.

The only one I can think of is, if you are in MY house
don't tell me to put clothes on.
(I am a very hot person.}

depends on circumstance

I have gotten used to the crowds in hallways in between classes being let out
I cut the college kids slack on this
because it's like walking down hallway of high school
they have no concept of personal space
and really I am just one of the crowd

or going into a crowded theater or a concert
you have to accept you are gonna get bumped and jostled a bit

do I think sidewalks exist for a reason and tell my kids to use them
and keep off the lawn? yep and made sure they did every year trick or treating. People spend a lot of time, effort, money to get their lawns looking nice

as far as doo doo on my lawn
well we kept our dogs in yard
cats in house
kids had doo doo clean up duty

ya know those people ya hardly know
that wanna come up and hug ya
or barely give your hand a squeeze or some loose weak kind of shake
or they go to kiss your cheek and kiss the air?


get away from me with that kind of bulllllllllllsheeeeeet

in are out of your house I would never tell you to put clothes on..mmmhmm

Generally my personal space with strangers is at least arms length in public places. With people I know better it might be closer but that is not a given.

My home is for me and not often I have anyone in but very close friends and family. I have access to a clubhouse there is no reason for me to have casual people in my home. Or my private garden area.

I am really kind of mystified with how few boundaries many have and often they tread over others without specific permission.

I prefer to keep cats inside my stomachs.

Frickers that park too close to the drivers side of my truck in a parking lot...Youre gonna get dinged, book it.

I will often park at the end of the lot, away from the others..the door bangers..

Dem kids, dose mormons, all da solicitators, and dem dere jehovers widnesses beetter stay offa mah damn lawn! Go on, git!


...is no one to know and/or care about my boundaries or personal space so I have to maintain a constant state of awareness of enforcing them myself as vigilantly as I feel like at the moment with as much violence, anger, curmudgeonry, mumbling, odd behavior, language, and reciprocating boundary flaunting as I personally feel the situation, or my mood, warrants and I'm willing to accept the consequences for.


I expect you to say something like "oh no, pitbulls are the most friendly dogs, she's a real sweetheart, she doesn't need to be on a leash, me and my circumstances are special, I'm special, I didn't even need to train her!"


In the chair at the hair cutting place I like the stylist to press her boobs against my back, touch my arms on the rests with her thighs as she stands close, and run her fingers through my hair for no discernible purpose.

In the chair at the barber, Joe better not do any of those things, not just to avoid being played with by a dude for a better tip, but to create distance for the halitosis to dissipate, as well as remain in some kind of sight profile to avoid any shenanigans.

If the person parking close to you is not into your allotted parking stall and you purposefully or accidently 'ding" their car then you have committed a crime.

And you are liable for whatever damage you have done. With more and more parking lots on video tape you probably want to rethink the choice.

And since a growing number of life altering injuries/homicides occur in relation to such actions I would buy a serious amount of insurance.

Since you have announced that it is purposeful then depending on your municipality and the person you "choose" to "tax" you could have a laundry list of charges.

And if your insurer wants to they can refuse to insure you. At least jack up your premiums.

Ill live.....

don't stare though... that might be frowned upon

I have limitations on my space. I don't like touchy feely people that are strangers. I don't like to hug people that I barely know. That happens to me every so often, people that don't know me. If I'm in a relationship with a man? That's a different story. I like closeness, but I have had complete strangers pat me on the head because I'm short. That is not ok.

I'm getting a little tired of people banging their shopping carts into the back of my legs in the checkout line.

One of these days someone is gonna end up walking out to the parking lot with a frozen beef pot pie up their bum.

All I ask is that when I put it in.....lie to me.....tell me it's the biggest thang you've ever felt!

LOL Goof I would say something really smart if I was in person or do one of those routines that gal did about faking and Orgasm I can't for the life of me think of the movie but you would find out what a practical joker I am.

But yea don't all men want to be lied to that way? Come on for real you would be crushed if we told you the truth.

I do think there are times people in line are trying to hump who ever is in front of them they are so desperate.

I don't like strangers to touch me or get to close cause when they do I might get robbed.

So waiting in lines is a little stressful. I'm always looking around at people behind me.

I really get stressed if someone approaches me in a parking lot too.

I've been almost robbed standing in line for Santa at the mall, while breast feeding. One boy was distracting me by talking and the other boy was taking my purse off my shoulder-it had a strap that latched to the purse. But I was like why is this young kid talking to me and I turned around, then they ran and my purse fell on the floor.

Oh yeah.....lie to me. Stroke my....ego.

If I don't know you, don't touch me.
If it's our first conversation, don't tell me your entire life story.