Between the Lines

I'm really good with boundaries. Super-hero good, actually.

Respect!
Consideration!
Personal space!...
...You are all safe with me!

If you asked anyone in my life (be it friend or foe) they would agree. I am pretty respectful of the lines. I'm just not programed to cross them. Come to think of it, when I color with my kids, I actually trace over (with vibrant color, of course) all the lines first so that they are thick and brightly clear to me (and everyone else) and easy to stay in. Hmmm.... interesting self-analysis there. I digress...

I can think of only two times in my life where I crossed a line. I am absolutely sure of these two isolated incidents because I hated the feeling of them. Staying inside the lines is a trait that I am proud of. Sure, it can lend itself to being viewed by others as "too serious" and "defensive", but I believe the benefits have greatly outweighed the risks. I am fiercely protective of what lies between the lines in my life. I've been told I am like a pitbull when it comes to securing my space and of those I love. You can trust me. I've got your back. (Low growl....!)

I walk around this world respectfully navigating boundaries. I look for them on people's faces, or in the way they carry themselves, and in their words, (or the lack there of) in a conversation, text or on facebook. In my mind I know, "Ok, that's off limits. I get it". It's all about respect.

That said, I never fail to be stunned when someone is blind to boundaries, especially mine. I mean, come on people! They are thickly traced over practically neon! Why do you insist on ignoring them? I know these people see my lines. Do they just not care? Or worse, do they believe they can change me? Wrong. Nuh-uh. Not happening. Rrruff! Ruff! (baring my teeth and snarling..).

Twice today my boundaries were crossed and I am pissed. Growl. "Back OFF!" Someone please explain this blatant disregard to me because I have had it up to HERE!

Rrrruff! Growl! Snarl!