The rules I break
I believe I have
broken a few rules as I remember the words
of one of Anita
Baker’s songs – She is probably my best musician artiste, “Rules were meant
to be broken,” she first says, then you goes on the say, “So many hearts break
the same way too, aw baby, I said that you ain't no exception to the rule, yes
sir.”
The rules I have
broken are mainly the unwritten ones, the ones I have read or can still
remember as instruction even if irritating to the point of awakening that
streak of rebelliousness in me, I have rarely dared to infringe.
Now, I do not
intend to speak about broken hearts, but the taking the exception to the rule
or rules does concern me. I love order, I like to see order around, order
especially when I leave my home for whatever activity I have purposed to do or
just happened to find myself in.
In the way
Starting with
stepping out of my front door and not having to ask someone who has
inadvertently felt my doorstep is the place to take a standing nap. Then I get
on the street and some friends all decide to walk abreast, which is fine but in
their chatting excitement become oblivious of others that you either have to
alert them or step dangerously onto the street.
That simple element
of awareness which should be a rule written on the fleshy tablets of the heart
and branded fierily on the jellies of the cranial grey matter, yet so
carelessly ignored. People who knowing it is a doorway and take up the space
constricting access.
I’ve seen too many
instances of the absence of intelligent engagement of the spaces we occupy too,
like finding myself in queues when I was in India and having the person behind
me pressing against my person for no particular reason that thankfully my
towering height helped when I bellowed down at the person, “Hold your space.”
Know your space
I can remember when
I touched the man in front of me in a pub and apologised that I could not put
my feet in a bag, after he stepped on my toes. A very strange situation where
my size 12 feet (European size 46) knows full well not to egress in the pied-à-terre (literally,
space for the feet) of others and then to find someone with much shorter feet
unaware of where their feet should be.
Space is probably a
European concept more than it is for any other place, but I am probably in
error when I realise that queues were not the kind of order to find in the
Netherlands, it drove me to distraction and brought out the most English of
annoyances in me.
You could not get
off a train comfortably because everyone wanted to get on, yet, we need to get
off for others to get off. That is where my cane sometimes made a violent
acquaintance with the shins of others and behold the way opened before me
without obstruction.
Consideration and deportment
Public transport
does provide a test case for those who are literally spatially ignorant, people
who take up more seats than they should or create impediments to others getting
access to other seats especially by putting their bags on the seats, worse
still is those who put their feet on the seats despite the fact that there are
notices clearly saying they should not.
People who bring
their caterwauling music unto public spaces who in their enjoyment create the
greatest irritation to others, a total lack of consideration, I say. Then,
being a cane user, you can imagine when I get on the London Underground and find
that able-bodied people have made a beeline for the priority seats and
completely ignore the aged, the infirm, the pregnant or the mobility assisted.
Those seats are not for them, that is why the signs are put there.
Other views of space
Space is a matter
of dimensions and different dimensions of occupancy, manner, appearance and
attitude which demands awareness and consideration. The consideration that if
everyone else did what I was doing, what would the world be like.
Literally no public
seat is safe from the halitosis-ridden oral excrements of chewing gum that you
never venture the underneath of a wooden armrest or under the seat, forget the
number of pavements with gum and cigarette butts. The former should be banned
as they have so done in Singapore.
It manner of
dressing is the being assault in public with the sight of cack-ridden
undergarments that should be covered up in this rotten fashion trend of sagging
trousers. Beyond that, it is those forget to dress for the body they have and
end up dressing for what they want their bodies to be – uncouth and unsightly,
you almost think you should wear a sick bag like a colostomy bag at the things
that things that invade the sanctity of the senses.
Public decorum
Forget those who do
not take a seat to make a call or sent a text message on their mobile phones,
so unaware that what they think is walking in a straight line is anything but,
some have met great mishap as a result when they divorce themselves from the
personal responsibility of knowing that each person being aware of the other
and acting accordingly is part of the order we all crave in society and
community.
Use the bins, press
the button if you are first at the pedestrian crossing lights, stand out of the
way, give way to others less able to manoeuvre, be courteous, polite and
considerate, the list goes on about how I love things to be and what really
piques me.
Defining this intelligence
As I thought about
this, I was about to give this sense of awareness and consideration on the
matter of space, Spatial Quotient as an additional form of measuring
intelligence along with Intelligence Quotient (IQ) and Emotional Intelligence (EQ)
only to find that Spatial
Intelligence is quite a broad field of study amongst other types of
intelligence, in what is known as the theory of
multiple intelligences, so I back to square one.
Having looked at
the nine intelligences listed and the descriptions that follow, for musical–rhythmic,
visual–spatial,
verbal–linguistic,
logical–mathematical,
bodily–kinesthetic,
interpersonal,
intrapersonal,
naturalistic,
and existential.
I am not convinced this one or a combination of some of these properly address
the element of spatial awareness and intuitiveness that I have raised in this
blog.
Giving well, taking little
And back to the
lyrics I introduced at the beginning of this blog, there is an element of the
absence of this intelligence that is expressed in, “So many times we don't
give, we take…” whereas, society works on various levels of giving and taking
to different degrees that are usually never equal.
I am tempted to suggest,
Spatial-consideration intelligence, however, it probably requires more academic
rigour from behavioural experts to properly define this or extend the meanings
of the previously defined categories.
Space matters, the
giving of it, the giving up of it, the taking of it and taking it with clear
consideration of others too.
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