Of Personal Space as an Introverted Deity

“If currency was abolished…..” Man, Money and Mannerism by Dr. Nnekwa

This being is a troubled being. Other than my SPIRIT Beam not working, other than still being stuck on this planet, other than having to,find a job to,maintain my gigai, I have to put up with violation and invasion of my personal space.

Everyone has a certain space that they consider Holy of Holies. Its radius might be as long as the Great Wall of China for we introverts or as narrow as the space between the nucleus and the innermost energy level of an atom for our polar opposites and extreme sided nexus mates; extroverts. Either way we all have that personal sphere surrounding us where we wouldn’t want any Tom Dick or Harriette to cross into.

For most if not all, that personal space is usually physical in nature. However, for me as the Deity of the Universe of Infinite, my personal space isn’t limited to the physical aspect only. Yes I detest skinship of many types more so PDA (see previous post). Don’t get me wrong, this Deity doesn’t want to be clubbed in with the OCD and neat freak perfectionists. On the contrary I have HTL for most things -High Tolerance Levels. As a Deity I know that it is next to impossible for my gigai not to physically interact with you beings. Therefore I have an almost non-existent physical personal space.

However, please don’t jump the gun and assume I am an extrovert. I have stratified zones that not even my HTL can accommodate for any intrusion. Following the Universal Law of Balance aka as Give and Take, where I am lacking in personal space I make up with it hundredfold in other areas. My next to nil PPS is replaced by my APS- Abstract Personal Space. In this case APS includes but not limited to Emotional, Intellectual, Spiritual and Moral spaces. Abstract because these spaces can’t be touched nor felt physically..

My gigai is adept in extrapolation using scatter points available in any scenario. Today my rant and rave as Deity of the Universe of Infinite is going to touch on the Moral and Ethical Personal Space – MEPS.

Yes I get it, you are all proud of your lineage to a certain tribe. Wow! Yay! Hooray! If that’s the case then let me also tell you how special my gigai is I mean it is the only one that descended from Adam and Eve. Pshaw! Go eat a blade and hang. Don’t forcefeed me your baseless tribal pride. In one of my posts I mentioned having joined a new workplace. Well I found myself in an uncharted waters and though you humans say, when you go to Romania do as the Romanians do (or something like that); I disagree.

To begin with, following the unhealthy and negative effects that being tribal in certain places brings, I am never interested to know your tribe. Let is get that straight as a light ray!. I will reiterate, I bloody don’t care what tribe you are. I might or might not have a few preferential tribes and funny enough the tribe of my gigai is one that I personally don’t care about so I am not loyal to it. You’ll catch me dead looking for my gigai’s countrymen. Tribe however is never a factor for me when choosing my acquaintances, associates, friends nor enemies. It is your personality that will determine into which category you’ll be placed. Therefore I entreat you to please respect my MEPS; the same way I don’t ask your tribe please don’t try to ask mine.

Here at my current workplace, within the first week, every Tom Dick and Harriette tried to know my tribe either directly or indirectly. The direct ones ask what trobe I am and I tell them I’m a city slicker. Proudly born and raised in the city. Others tried to ask my parents birthplace and I tell them they both are city kids. For the indirect,ones they would ask what my full name is. When I introduce myself I usually give my first name only. So they think they are smart enough to ask my surname. Unfortunately for them my surname wont give you even a hint of my tribe. I thank my mum for my first name- most people think I am English because of it. I thank the government for misspelling my middle name because now it sound Russian. Finally I thank my dad for his surname because it isn’t even African in nature.

With that said, I hear some of you saying Tha I am not proud of my tribe. I say go hang!. Yes my tribal cocoon isn’t my forte. To begin with I don’t know my,mother tongue and I am proud of that. Yes in this modern world there are lingua franca that help in development; English, French, Italian, Mandarin, Swahili, German and let us not forget my favourite Japanese et al. The world is a global village and using mother tongue to communicate will only work back at your villages. Following the Law of Balance, when my mother tongue was discarded, my English had a chance to rapidly improve and interest in other languages was born. Right now I’m into Nippo.

Let us be real, you just want to know my tribe for your evil intentions. I hope 2007 hasn’t been forgotten. Of my Deity powers could work here id male everyone learn and speak in Latin. The 18th-20th Century education systems had it right by including Latin in their curriculum. Latin would be the de facto language. Your persistent tribal questions encroach on my MEPS.. If you want to be tribal please keep me out of it. I believe nakama are more important than tribe after all don’t you humans say that there exists a friend sticking closer than a sister- or something like that?

The next time a primitive primordial Neanderthal asks me for my tribe, I’ll grunt back at him/her; punch the inquirer in the face or bat my eyelashes like a damsel at the person while sweetly saying, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”. It will depend on my mood at the moment. Unfortunately some people in my close circle are tribal to am extent but I usually turn a deaf eye and blind ear to their remarks. My mission isn’t to change your tribal perspectives bit in the same way don’t encroach on MEPS virgin land..
Signing off until next rant and rave this is a Disconcerted Free Deity of the Universe of Infinite and Tribeless Man of the People..