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Your Own Little Bubble...

Having had my internet connection just re-activated I find it very satisfying to be able to sit in my own home and use this and other apps.
For a couple of weeks now I have had to sit in the public library to use the internet (which in itself is o.k.) its not the library that was the problem, but the fact that you sit down (quite normal) to use their computers, all of which are in a long row (you can see what each other is doing and even comment on it if you so require).
Then you'll just be minding your own business and some stranger will sit next to you, I don't know about you but it is in my nature to have a look to see who it is, and then thats it they've got you. They want to talk and ask you about your life or worse still they want to talk about all that is wrong with theirs...

I'm not someone who finds it easy to say 'I'm sorry but I'm busy could you just go away' (or something in that kind of frame). So you politely listen and answer in monosylables hoping that they'll get the message, they introduce themselves and even want to shake hands (I've had that happen, and they really did not want to let go, slightly freaky).

In the end I started to take my daughters Mp3 player with me, they act as a barrier to people. Whether or not you actually have it playing as long as you have the earphones in your ears, always make sure you have both in as otherwise it gives them license to still approach you.
I have also found it helps for when you are aimlessly pottering about the shops, stops people asking 'Have you had a accident?' or 'Do you want a catalouge?' or even the Electric n Gas ones asking you to join them..

So lesson learnt if you want to stay in your own little bubble and not talk to people go and buy an Mp3 player....

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