And now that it has a definition? I don't feel so odd when I'm standing in line in a library, post-office, grocery store, shoe store, any federal building waiting for an elevator, or at just about any other place in the world. LEAVE ME AT LEAST A 3' SPACE - between you, your foul garlic breath, your body odor, your passing gas, your screaming child, your other child with a poopy diaper, you overdone perfume my WORD your perfume allowance per month MUST be $1200 - becaue you used 1/2 a bottle of Emeraude or Tabu - spritz girls spritz! Your talking and telling all your business on the phone - and belive me NO ONE wants to hear in public about your aunt flow -eech....your humming, your whistling.... I swear there are days when I try to figure out how to stand in a line with my feet in ballet second position and stretch as far as I can without doing a split to keep people from breathing down my neck....AND I thought I was just a little weirdo - Nope. Turns out I'm a proximist. Now I can turn to the person behind me and say "Excuse me, I am a proximist and you are in my space. YOu must be three feet minimum from me or you are intruding in my comfort zone." Or I'll just get a tshirt that says PROXIMITIST - STAY 3 feet away from this person. Anyone else feel crowded? The radio man was also talking about people who HAVE to be in a crowd to feel normal. I'm not sure what the scientific or urban name for them would be, but I'm not that. And you?