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My guess is that many readers will be offended by my chosen title on first glance. While I have not put this up to offend anyone, I recognize and accept that I inevitably will. Then again, this is my blog, a sort of personal space.
And now, speaking of personal space, I must mention that I have a bit of a problem. I find that I have recently become a “touch magnet” – if you will – for some people. I first noticed this when my engagement ring came off my finger just over a year ago. Apparently, some people took that to mean that inappropriate touching was welcome, seeing that I was suddenly single again. I recall being not so subtle about my disapproval of this new trend at my last job.
Call me a social pariah, but while I enjoy the occasional hug from friends and family, I am not big on touching other people – that is, unless my job requires that. So, you will have to forgive me if I do not smile or fake politeness when someone finds a new hobby of taking their admiration to the level of touching. This includes any kind of touching from members of the opposite sex who are non-friends, because I am used to friends knowing their limits. This also includes any kind of derriere-smacking or other similar touching from other females – because, again, I am used to friends knowing their limits.
Back to my title, I thought this post might be a great way to address a second issue.
I am a Christian, raised in the church and gone to church my whole life. And yes, such a thing as a personal relationship with Christ does exist – but that is a topic for another day. You see, being around people who use curse words a lot really gets under my skin. I might as well have been around people who make a habit of touching! Thing is, I appreciate it when people know to use professional language in the workplace. And, while I understand that everyone is different, guess what? I have a right to free speech just like everyone else.
I tend to spontaneously break into song – mostly just humming a tune, if I am at work. I often wonder what it would be like to suddenly break into a “Jesus song” when people start to “cuss” incessantly around me. Now, that would be fun!