10 Responses to “Tuesday Rant: Don’t breathe my air.”

1. » Tuesday Rant: Don’t breathe my air. says:
   November 11th, 2008 at 10:11 am

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2. Patty says:
   November 11th, 2008 at 10:31 am

   I have a similar problem…if anyone is in the house I can’t clean…I guess it annoys me that I’m cleaning and they’re not.

3. Dev says:
   November 11th, 2008 at 10:45 am

   I’m the same way, Colleen. I like my space. My biggest pet peeve is when someone tries to read over my shoulder. I come thisclose to going ballistic.

4. Rachel says:
   November 11th, 2008 at 10:49 am

   Ooh, I hear you on this one. I am up to my ears in my second book, I’m sweating edits on the FIRST book, and whenever The Husband comes home, he always looks at me and says, “What are you looking at on the computer?” What do you think? UGH! He’s also a big fan of plopping down on the couch in my office just as I’m in the middle of stuff. Boys, I swear.

5. Rinda says:
   November 11th, 2008 at 10:49 am

   My husband was off work for nearly a year once. I’d be writing and turn around and nearly crawl out of my skin because he’d be sitting in the chair on the other side of my desk… and I never heard him come in. I’d ask why he didn’t say anything and he’d answer that he didn’t want to bother me.

   Yet, he did this constantly.

6. MissMeliss says:
   November 11th, 2008 at 11:41 am

   Ohhh, I SO hear you. My husband likes to come read in my writing room, because it’s pretty and airy.

   I can’t work knowing he’s there, and I resent when he does it, even if I’m not in there, because he has a couch in his OWN office in the house as well as, you know, and actual OFFICE at work.

   Maybe it’s an only-child thing, but I NEED my space.

7. MK/Kati says:
   November 11th, 2008 at 11:59 am

   Well, Music Man is in for a surprise when he reads this! LOL!

   I don’t have a hubby, so I don’t sweat the in my space thing. In fact, I wouldn’t mind having my space invaded. At least once or twice.

8. Ashley says:
   November 11th, 2008 at 10:46 pm

   Just my own little you-are-in-my-space story. I was in the post office with my Dad, and this really old guy was practically breathing on my neck. Gross. I was so skeeved that I had to scoot a few steps closer to my Dad. But, the worse part, was that he stepped closer when I moved up. I felt his breath in the back of my neck–I kid you not.

   I just wanted to turn around and say, “Excuse me, but get the heck out of my bubble. You’re creeping me out.”

9. Sarah Mac says:
   November 12th, 2008 at 5:44 am

   I will NOT excercise if there’s anyone in the house. I just can’t do it. I have this weird paranoia that they’re listening as I struggle through the workout regime.

   for writing, though, I can usually concentrate if I wear headphones & there’s nobody in the same room. silence drives me batty–I can’t write at all unless I’ve got music.

10. Colleen says:
    November 12th, 2008 at 9:40 am

    Heheheh. Actually, MK/Kati, when I told MM what I blogged about, he said, “You haven’t blogged about that before?”

    That’s cuz I always tell him to leave, that he’s breathing my air. He’s not offended when I’m ushering him out the door–which is good.

    Ashley, that sounds ucky. Were you wearing some lovely perfume that the old guy wanted to smell?? LOL.

    Funny thing is…I can write in public places, with bunches of people (strangers) breathing my air, but not at home.

    Go figure.