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Got caught not making enough noise the other day. Perhaps it's a gendered expectation, us blokes are meant to take up all the available space and then some. When we don't someone blows the whistle and calls us out on it. As if to say, what are you up to? I think I can see the reasoning, because if a person forgets I'm there, who knows what they might do, mistakenly believing themselves to be in private place? Perhaps I need to tick like a clock and chime the quarter-hours.

It's true, some people aren't very self-contained, and I usually find myself sitting near them in the cinema. They squirm and writhe, have slow motion epileptic fits. Breathing, the whole respiration thing is performance art itself for them. They do so love to commit eating during the main feature, and I think the bones in their jaws are hollow for extra resonance, and their cheeks particularly thin to assist the emanation of masticating sounds. All to joyfully proclaim to their fellow humans that they are alive, alive.

I wouldn't know, but I sit pretty still, I think. The same on planes, I'm averagely tall, but I find my limbs fold up just fine. Which makes me a prime candidate for DVT, so they say.