Nonetheless, I appreciate this invisible shield that I wear. New Yorkers can be great, friendly people, but I really value my ability to ignore everybody when I want to. This is not something I can accomplish on my own—it requires the implicit cooperation of my fellow citizens. My wall doesn't actually exist, so it's a bit like I'm the naked emperor, and we all need to believe I'm actually fully clothed to make it true; the moment that someone calls me out on not actually being walled off is the moment it's no longer true. Over the years, though, this happened very infrequently. Since we all cherish our protection, we have a kind of mutually assured destruction pact to pretend like it always exists.
Once I got Rosie, this all changed. Rosie has no wall, and she has no reason or ability to sense anyone else's. When she's not busy sniffing the sidewalk for the next disgusting piece of God-knows-what to put into her mouth, then she is making eye contact with everyone and everything.
I am attached to Rosie, figuratively and literally (by a length of rope, when we're out and about), and this means that her lack of a wall destroys mine. Most people like dogs, and mine is an especially cute and friendly dog. When I first got her, I felt that this was a challenge and an opportunity for me: a challenge to open myself up, and an opportunity to be a generous person. I proudly declared to myself that anyone who wanted to pet Rosie was welcome to it, including homeless people.
This quickly proved to be a stupid idea. There are crazy people out there. There is a reason we have invisible walls for personal protection. First, there was the guy who started to pick up Rosie. When I insisted that she did not like being picked up and grabbed her to put her down, he got within three inches of my face to loudly declare, "you're the only one who had a problem with it!" Then there was the even scarier encounter late at night with a homeless man who insisted on petting Rosie with his extremely filthy hands while cooing and calling her Destiny. When I started pulling her away from him and walking away, he followed for a bit, yelling "NOOO Destiny! Don't take Destiny away from me!" I was looking over my shoulder for the next two blocks terrified that he was going to attack me. Or the crazy woman who was clothed from head-to-toe and wearing a bonnet, and tried to grab Rosie and then yelled after me, "Dog abuser! Dog Abuser!"
I have taken steps to avoid the interactions I don't want. I almost never walk Rosie without listening to a podcast on my iPhone. This lets me pretend that I can't hear and don't notice everyone around me, and I just try to tug Rosie along as if everything around us is invisible. This method has its downsides, of course. I can't count the number of times people I know have told me that they yelled my name from across the street, but I never noticed. Or when I was single, the number of interactions with available women I might have missed (obviously, Rosie's lack of inhibitions is pretty useful for that purpose, although she's a bit more indiscriminate in her tastes than I am). But Rosie has made me learn just how much I value my privacy and personal space, both physical and emotional, and my ability to choose exactly who I share myself with and when.
UPDATE:
I realize that this post makes me look like a big grumpus. I am a big grumpus, of course, but I just want to say that I'm also really grateful for the people I've met because of owning a dog. A lot of the people at the dog run I go to regularly are crazy, annoying, and irresponsible owners, but I've also made some wonderful friends. And I also often enjoy when strangers give Rosie the attention she desperately craves in a respectful manner (i.e. asking me for permission before petting her, &c.) Owning a dog opens me up to all sorts of attention I do not want, but it also invites me into what is often a very generous and caring community.
1 comment:
Your post struck me as timely, having just returned from a month in India where my physical personal space was violated on a second-by-second basis. I thought, as someone who lives in New York, I was accustomed to crowds and crammed spaces. India made it clear that I was not accustomed to these things at all. I found myself truly delighted when I got on the crowded subway this morning at rush hour, thinking "Ah, so much space!"
But, I'm totally one of those people who makes eye contact with dogs to grab their attention. I'll be more thoughtful next time!
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