People commuting to the City have no concept of personal space anymore.
I was on my way to work this morning – commuting from New Jersey to New York – comfortable in my own space.
The AC was blowing cold air on the bus, -which is not always the case-, Celine Dion was singing in my ears. I was living in the moment, enjoying my view of that approaching famous skyline.
Then it came to a screeching halt.
A little old man sat down next to me halfway through my commute.
There were dozens of open spaces on the bus, yet he chose to invade my personal bubble.
REALLY?! You MUST sit next to me when there are 10 empty seats surrounding us?
I was ticked off. Not because I was saving the seat for someone, but because the minute this old guy sat down, he had no concept of personal space.
His shoulder kept touching mine.
He fumbled through his pockets for no apparent reason.
He looked over my shoulder as I texted a friend.
Are you really that interested in my personal conversation?
And he was so well dressed that you would think this man would be educated enough to appreciate the value of personal space.
But this just doesn’t happen on the NJ Transit bus. It happens everywhere in New York.
At Starbucks, waiting to cross the street, in the elevator, in the subway.
Is it like this in other cities or do we need to cap the population in New York City?
There are so many people in New York, it’s becoming nearly impossible to move without touching another body.
And it’s like we don’t even try anymore. We’ve succumbed to the idea that it’s okay to invade another person’s space.
Why try and move back a step since we will have to move a step forward in a minute anyway.
And that’s the thing. New Yorkers want everything yesterday.
They talk fast, walk fast, eat fast, think fast.
They want me to move out of their way, but how about moving out of mine.
If you ask me, I think New Yorkers want to step on each other’s toes because they don’t want to be alone. I think that’s why they’re constantly on the move, even when they’re standing still. It’s their way of filling the void.
Maybe that’s why they want to fill the gap between us.
Between you and me, I don’t think New Yorkers could handle living in suburbia. They’d go crazy because they would be forced to take a closer look at themselves.
New Yorkers always brag about how great their city is, but for me, it’s just a vacation.
I’ll pick my suburban town of Fairview over the bustling streets of New York any day of the week, especially on a Sunday when all the New Yorkers get out of town.