My personal space is of utmost importance to me. The sense
of disquiet I feel when anybody imposes their presence, their paraphernalia,
their noise, or anything else onto it amounts almost to a phobia. And when my
second fundamental requirement – the need to be free to come, go, and do what I
like, when I like – is restricted through such imposition, the sense of disquiet
becomes a notable difficulty.
The Shire is grey, wet and a little windswept on this
somewhat dolorous of Monday lunchtimes. I think I’ll pay my electric bill to
cheer myself up.
2 comments:
Oh dear, the Monday Blues thing...I totally understand. A walk through the Shire perhaps if you're elf jacket is handy. I hate when people try to force me to cheer up so I won't say that to you. Hopefully you can find something to do that brings you a small amount of joy or interest.
Unfortunately the day is coincidental, Wendy. The encroachment on my hallowed space is a fixture.
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