I plagiarized my own work and inserted and edited a few things here and there to give this post a neoteric semblance. Read on.
When I tried searching the net for a some forms of abuse, I was appalled to see that there were only a few listed, and the ones I was expecting to find were nowhere to be found (or perhaps I was just darned lazy to search some more).
The said search for the abuse in question was prompted when a very good friend of mine hinted at having our auditory and olfactory rights protected. Having somebody invade your personal space is quite unnerving, especially if these insensitive and inconsiderate boobs become habitual or repeat offenders.
The form of abuse I am referring to is the invasion of privacy and personal space. Imagine a person looming over behind you and watch every activity going on at your desktop, scrutinizing every excruciating pixel of what you're doing. This would be okay if the person in question was your superior and/or boss. Unfortunately, this is not always the case.
Regrettably, there are also those who are completely clueless that somehow they are already encroaching upon another person's space. I'd like to call this passive invasion. I'm thrilled to cite the following examples tobetter best illustrate my point.
Try to think about someone yapping (ad nauseam) about some nondescript event in their inconsequential lives at the top of their lungs, like they had the inescapable urge to consume all of the oxygen within a 12-feet radius, within a short span of time. Their irritating voice permeates my hapless ears, even with my headset on. This is true despite the fact that the headset and the media player's volume is set reasonably high (supposedly high enough to drown outside noises). This effort proves futile in the face of their doggedly ululating uvulas. Aargh!
The said search for the abuse in question was prompted when a very good friend of mine hinted at having our auditory and olfactory rights protected. Having somebody invade your personal space is quite unnerving, especially if these insensitive and inconsiderate boobs become habitual or repeat offenders.
The form of abuse I am referring to is the invasion of privacy and personal space. Imagine a person looming over behind you and watch every activity going on at your desktop, scrutinizing every excruciating pixel of what you're doing. This would be okay if the person in question was your superior and/or boss. Unfortunately, this is not always the case.
Regrettably, there are also those who are completely clueless that somehow they are already encroaching upon another person's space. I'd like to call this passive invasion. I'm thrilled to cite the following examples to
Try to think about someone yapping (ad nauseam) about some nondescript event in their inconsequential lives at the top of their lungs, like they had the inescapable urge to consume all of the oxygen within a 12-feet radius, within a short span of time. Their irritating voice permeates my hapless ears, even with my headset on. This is true despite the fact that the headset and the media player's volume is set reasonably high (supposedly high enough to drown outside noises). This effort proves futile in the face of their doggedly ululating uvulas. Aargh!
As a rule of thumb, if you have nothing nice to say, shut your trap. If you do have something unsavory to say, endeavor to make it palatable and have it delivered with tact and the proper voice modulation. Unless of course the speaker doesn't mind betraying their seemingly low pedigree and utter lack of class and finesse, we definitely can't expect more from them. Pity we can't shoot their traps with an amalgam of plaster of Paris and rusted caltrops. Or can't we? Hmmm...
To those who've read this, I'm not angry. Maybe I'm salivating with madness, but not angry. Being angry would just be a total waste of energy. I'm just indignant that these people aren't actually totally clueless (that is if they can take hints or social cues), so I'm wondering what's with the continued abhorrent behavior and/or graveolence?
Just wondering...
Then picture this: a person who eats onions, tons of garlic and all manners of exotic spices available to humanity, and you happen to share a coach with them en route to work or you accidentally take a whiff off of their unearthly scent inside the office. Or worse, they go around, nonchalantly flaunting their olfactory-challenging wares. What is sad is, despite the condition, most of the time they are unaware of the powerful and disorienting effect that they have on our olfaction.
Though the two scenarios prove invasive actions occur rather passively, they can still be rather annoying. Admittedly, of the two, the former is more abominable than the latter. The latter is just sad. And unfortunately, smelly.
We are in dire need of auditory- and olfactory- rights lawyers specializing in these areas, so that we may sue people who (despite being unaware) invade and continuously pervade our personal space.
Please respect my personal space! Keep as far away as possible, especially if you have smelly fungal feet, bacteria-laden armpits and/or have surgically enhanced throats emitting 150 decibels of pure, unadulterated noise! DO NOT wait for my representation to slap your face with a TRO. That would just be unfair (to him and any or all persons accompanying him at that time).
1 comment:
i. love. it.
grabe, can you imagine me saying that? i mean, literally speaking those words you typed here? =))
some people just don't know how and when to stop. tsk.
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