http://blueblue.phpsitemap.com/ sometimes you have to let it out to pull it together en http://blueblue.phpsitemap.com/2008/09/12/youre-over-the-imaginary-line.html I’m small, so I at all times get the sprawlers plopping down contigous to me on the Metro. You know what I’m talking about—those people who sit down, spread out their arms as well as legs, spread out their newspapers, squish you further into the corner of your seat than you already were, scoff at ideas of personal space, as well as hinder any possibility of even slight movement. Sometimes the flailing pointy sticks are a deterrent. Not today. Today, I think the sprawling excuse may have been long legs, but this bloke slid himself down into the seat at an angle, so he was partially over the not-so-imaginary line on my side of the seat. There are very obviously two seat cushions there. A visible divider. But it didn’t matter. I really think I heard a vacuum seal go WHOOOOOSH as he promptly lowered himself in as well as settled into his/my space with his newspaper. As always, I was knitting. Knitting requires arm movement. He was partially on my seat cushion. Every time I grazed his side with my elbow, which was tucked in to my side because of the fact that I was trying to manufacture myself as small as possible as well as avoid contact, the guy would visibly flinch as well as cast a glance my way. I do mean the word graze. I was not poking or being forceful in any way. I contemplated saying something to point out that it was not possible to manufacture myself any smaller as well as that he was clearly over the line, but then I had visions of childhood car trips where I had to sit in the middle, feet straddling the “hump”, while my sisters got the more ample, comfortable outside space as well as boy how that got me steamed. Steamed with volume. My voice is probably still ringing in my parents’ ears. So, I felt childish. Justified, but still childish. And besides, he had a sneezing fit about 5 minutes into the trip that resulted in much nose honking, as well as I decided best not to manufacture him aim in my direction with some instigating conversation. When I did tuck my knitting back into my bag, he actually took notice, inquired if this stop was mine, as well as politely got up to let me out. Go figure. I’m on the 5th increase repeat of the pink blob. It’s coming along… slowly. Fri, 12 Sep 2008 19:34:28 -0400 blueblue