Ah, space. The final frontier. Douglas Adams once said, “Space is big. You just won’t believe how vastly, hugely, mind-bogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it’s a long way down the road to the drug store, but that’s just peanuts to space.”
But I’m not talking about that kind of space, geek. I’m talking about how, as people, space is such an interesting detail of our lives. You can tell a fair amount about the relationship between two people by their proximity. Couples are distinguished by a complete lack of personal space while two strangers will leave a seat(s) open between them if space allows. It’s so weird how unconscious an act it is too; our bodies naturally stop when we’re “too close*.”
As far as I’m concerned, some of you turds could go to the moon and that still wouldn’t be enough space for me. I once said, “Space. It’s big.” And that’s called bringing it back to the start.
* Exceptions: pedos, creepsters, bums, loonies, and kids.