For some reason I absolutely love the word trespassers. I like the way it sounds, giving the person saying it a stylish accent. I have been aware of this word for quite a while now, but it caught my interest only a while ago. I have never had the chance to include this word as part of a conversation (apparently I did once, but I cannot remember). Thanks to all the attention that people are giving to my life these days, I feel like I should carry a placard with me that says 'Trespassers will be prosecuted'. I do not like interference any where. Be it in my professional life or personal, unsolicited advice or opinion is not something that I will take lightly. If you have managed to trespass and enter my area, the best you do is shut up. Quietly watch what is happening and leave. If you decide to ask unnecessary questions then be prepared to hear a mouthful.
I like silence. I like to do things by myself without having anybody around. Especially at work. Most of my writing happens at work, so when some of my colleagues pass by my desk they peer to see what I am doing. "Oh you write?", "Is that your blog?", "Send me the link now", "What are you writing about?", "Let me see." etc etc are only some of the things that I have to witness everyday. I do not mind the questions as much as their eyes peeping into my laptop and trying to read the words. It annoys the living day lights out of me. I mean how hard is it to leave a person alone. I tell them that I shall send them the link and that they can read it once the post is published. Yet, some people refuse to remove their nose for my screen.
Trespassing is a bad thing, be it in the literal sense of otherwise. If someone needs something, they will come to you right? Who is asking you to jump into their lives to find the problem and then try to find a solution for it. Once this colleague was crying in the washroom. This is how the scene unfolded.
Me: "What happened? All okay?"
Me: "Anything serious? Can I help?"
Her: "No, its personal. Thanks."
Me: "No problem. Take care."
The other girl with me: "Hey tell na what happened? Love issues? Family problems eh? Tell tell."
I wanted to just disappear that minute. In fact I did. I left the place and do not know what happened after that.
The only place where I like people asking questions are at work and in meetings. But there are more than enough people on this planet who open their gobs for every small thing trespassing into every territory in their vicinity. These kind of people, I loathe. I am an extrovert myself who is known to talk nineteen to a dozen. But I talk, do not ask. There is a difference. The craziest breed that I have met are the beauticians in salons. My god, those ladies are extremely irritating. They want to know everything happening in your family and what you are going to do next. And they do not know where to draw the line. My parlour lady once asked me when I am planning to have a baby. I said not any time sooner. She then smiles and says, "Good, enjoy with your husband until then." I wanted to plunge her own scissors down her throat.
Everyone should be aware of their limits. I do not go on discussing my sex life with everyone I find. And then there are those people who talk and explain about every single thing that happened in their bed room last night. Dude, are you aware that you are trespassing on someone else's dis-comfort area? I'm sure not. We all have trespassers in our life who need to be reminded of their limits. Some people I know peep into other peoples phones to check what they are doing. I mean, seriously? I had this friend of mine who once visited my place and wanted to check all my clothes. No kidding. She walked up to my cupboard and started pulling out all my clothes and checking them out, even trying a few. Needless to say that we are not friends anymore.
According to me, all trespassers should be prosecuted without leaving any survivors. We owe it to ourselves.