Forced entry

I’m an open, friendly and energetic person, so others sometimes think I’m more accessible than I really am. It actually makes me crazy when my personal boundaries are invaded (even if I don’t have a long list of them.)

Let me give you one instance: The doorbell rang a few days ago, right at dinnertime. Manhattan apartment living isn’t like living in a small town where neighbors might stop by unannounced. So if someone is at the door, it’s either the doorman or handyman checking a problem that emanates from your apartment (perhaps a leak) or the neighbor down the hall locked herself out and would like to use your phone.

David went to see who was at the door. It was a friend from the neighborhood who had come to say hello–with her two dogs. I had seen her husband in the street earlier that evening and told him to say hello to her. When she was out walking her dogs, she decided she’d stop by the say hello back. I was in the kitchen and motioned to David that I did not want to see anyone because we were in the middle of dinner, with a guest, no less. My friend had already made her way into the front foyer, so David politely told her this wasn’t a good time for a visit.

Whenever I call someone on the phone (including my sisters), I ask if I’m interrupting. I also would never think of dropping by anyone’s house without calling first. That goes for any time of day, especially mealtime.

When I was growing up, we lived next door to my uncle, aunt and cousins (Uncle Normie was my mom’s brother.) We lived in a semi-attached house, which means we shared a common wall. My uncle would pop in at all hours of the day, in the middle of Sunday lunch, nights and holidays. I loved my uncle, but as I got older, it irritated me more and more that he thought nothing of barging in on us.

People also barge in on conversations, which isn’t as consternating as barging into someone’s home, but it’s still irksome. I’m sure I’m guilty of that on more than one occasion.

These clowns barged into the White House

We’ve all got to respect each other’s “spaces,” as we would have them respect ours. It’s one of those important FOF lessons.

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One Response to “Forced entry”

  1. Toby Wollin says:

    I’m not sure what it is that has happened over the past 25 years, whether it’s cell phones, always being available, the internet..I’m not sure..but the whole concept of privacy, personal space, quiet time, personal time has just gone straight out of the window. At our house, everyone knows that if the phone rings during dinner, it just goes to the message machine. We also taught the kids that they could not make any phone calls to their friends after 8:30 p.m. – that was rude. But today, anything goes and everyone is not only expected to be available 24/7 but that everyone is expected to welcome contact on a 24/7 basis. I once had a boss who would call me up anytime, anyplace and expected me to arrange my vacations on the basis of having cell phone coverage all the time. His marriage did not last and he was angry with me on many occasions when I would go on vacation and then he’d find out that I’d made sure that there was NO cell coverage.

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