When I'm at the river, when I'm on my bike, people come so close to me. They know I'm there but it's as though it doesn't matter. I know you see me. And I see you. But we don't look at one another. How does it work?
Today I was lying on my stomach in the grass doing lower back lifts for Tae Kwon Do and a huge van drove right up next to me, with another right behind. A bunch of the workers got out, took out a tarp and started to set up a lunch picnic in the shade of the tree 20 feet away, right by my parked bike and backpack. Rather than throw puches and kihop at them I just got on my biked and went down the river for another spot. Not once did they acknowledge that I was in that space and that they stepped into it. Maybe they expected me to simply continue. Maybe that's just the way people understand the space around them. Perhaps I should be more comfortable with the closeness. Maybe in the future.
But as for this afternoon, I was looking for larger pastures. And there are plenty.