So I’m in the grocery store today, once again standing at the express lane with my arms full, as I “didn’t need a basket”.
The lady in front of me is standing at the cash, with her empty basket between us. I contemplate for a second resting my stuff on the handle of her basket, as it was empty. I then nix that idea, as I figure it would somehow be “invading her personal space”.
I’m usually comfortable with an arm’s length worth, between people. Though Montrealers are infamous for our “two cheek kiss”, once the kiss is over, back up. And I don’t like it when people touch my arms or back when they speak to me. It completely side-tracks me from the conversation at hand and I think: “OMG, s/he’s touching me!” If you come close to my face (and you’re not a very close friend, hairdresser or doing the two-cheeker), I almost duck.
I finally get the chance to put my stuff down, and wait for the lady ahead of me to finish up. Behind me is a Chinese woman. She proceeds to push her elbows into me as she places her stuff onto the conveyor belt (there was plenty of room on the belt, that’s not the problem). I would never actually SAY something in this case. At my boldest, I would turn around and see what’s pushing into me, which is what I did today. I admit, the first thing that popped into my mind was, “Why is it always the Chinese people who push you?”
Keep in mind, I live in a suburb of Montreal where Chinese immigrants are so prevalent that our ATM machines are trilingual (French, English and Chinese). I also worked at the Montreal Casino for 10 years; Asians are big gamblers. So in some way, I’ve probably had more experience with them than the average Quebecoise.
Instead of leaving it at that, I got a flash! Maybe MY idea of adequate personal space is different from theirs, due to the fact that I’ve lived my whole life in the second biggest country in the world (next to Russia), which only has 5.1% of the world’s population. It doesn’t even rank in the top 20 most populated countries in the world. (China, btw, ranks #1).
So my question is: Is it possible that the distance we feel comfortable with as “personal space” is directly related to the culture we have lived in for most of our lives?