*Tweet!* “Back off, Creep!”
When I mentioned on Facebook the other day that I seem to be
running into a lot of people lately who have no concept of boundaries, a friend
commented that I should carry a ref’s whistle around with me.
I just might have to do that.
I blame Facebook and Twitter. (Now before you jump all up in
my face, I have an account on both of those networks. I like them. BUT) For
some odd reason people have taken these lovely means of communication and taken
them to the realm of TMI. (That means ‘too much information’ for those of you
like me, who are a bit, um, behind on stuff like that.)
I’m not sure when or why people decided that sharing
intimate details of your life was appropriate online. But they did, and in most
cases people don’t care what you had for lunch, that you are bored at 1 am
(when you should really be in bed), or that your job sucks. We don’t care.
We don’t care online, and we don’t care offline. In fact,
things being shared online that are TMI have somehow made the transition to
real life. You meet a complete stranger and they start talking to you, telling
you things you never wanted to know and asking you questions you never will
answer. It makes for a whole lot of discomfort and awkward. (If you are
currently thinking, “I never feel awkward” you are one of these people making
the rest of us feel uncomfortable and awkward. Seek help before you cross paths
with me.)
I’ve had people over the past two months ask me if I’m
married, why I’m not married, do I have a boyfriend, then leer creepily at me every time I happen to
be in the same room, read my computer over my shoulder, comment to other people
that I wear cowboy boots so I must hang out at the local bar, assume I’m
something I’m not then try to use the apology to get a date, announce to a group that I'm actively online dating (as of right now this one is not true) and so on and so
on.
Basically, these people have taken the phenomenon of sharing
TMI online and offline, and asking me
questions that would lead me to give them TMI. And I don’t do that. I know how
stalkers operate thanks to a job at a Domestic Violence shelter. I know to
listen to my gut feelings about people, thanks to Gavin DeBecker. And I carry
pepper spray and know how to defend myself thanks to Lieutenant Hirschi at the
USU RAD class.
To put it bluntly, my personal life is none of your business,
especially five seconds after I’ve met you. And yes, I did end up using some of
the self-defense skills I learned in my RAD class on one of these people. In
church.
Back off creep.
(I have a feeling that if some people other than my 5
wonderful followers happens upon this post, I might experience some backlash.
Yes, I have a blog where I talk about my life somewhat. But I give a whole lot
of thought to what I share here. In fact, I have a specific time frame that I
wait before posting things like where I travel, just to avoid things like
creepy stalkers showing up places. I make sure to never mention specifically
where I live, or use the real/full names of people in my posts. So, if you want
to criticize me for sharing things via a blog, go ahead. But I’m not invading
your private life asking you personal questions.)
(PS. To quote
Middle-aged Mormon Man , I reserve the right to delete any comments
that are negative or use language that is offensive. My blog, my rules.)