poopylungstuffing wrote:
People who intentionally invade my personal space when they know I don't want them to.
A sort of related one is people (especially family) who think they have an absolute right to come round my place any time they like. Or hint at doing so when I haven't invited them and have good reasons for not doing so.
See, our place is old, we have a bunch of maintenance/decorating issues, and hubthing and I have had a duff couple of years and are way behind on dealing with all that stuff. Plus, we don't at the best of times maintain it like a show home, because it's not - it's where we
live. Plus, we have a mishmash of old furniture, much of it cat-ravaged, odd tastes in color, and some unusual interests which are obvious to anyone perusing our bookcases. And also...we're private souls. We don't want people round unless we're in the mood. When we feel sociable, we'd rather meet them for a meal or a beer out somewhere.
I'm OK with friends who, being friends, know what we're like and don't give a flying monkey's tits what our home looks like. But when relatives (who are much better off, further up the housing ladder and who do, effectively, keep show homes) start asking what's the place look like, do we have photos etc, I feel kind of...
poked. Like a zoo animal. Like they want to come round and gawp at the weirdoes and then go away congratulating themselves. This may be based on a bad experience with one particular relative, who doesn't visit any more, but it feels like an invasion of privacy. I would never demand to come to someone's home if I thought they didn't feel comfortable, so why do other people try and do it?
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