One of my friends has taught her dogs this command: “Go away!” They don’t exactly embrace it but they do move away or lie down.
Have you ever been in a restaurant or bar with girlfriends and some intrusive guy wants to horn in on the party? Go away.
Or you’ve managed a few hours of solitude on a plane and your seatmate wants to tell you his or her entire life story. Go away.
I love the delete button. I get lots of spam and promotional opportunities. I hit delete. Go away.
Phones send me over the edge. The ringing breaks my concentration and I often scream at the receiver. Go away.
But I have come to realize that I am a needy person. With those I love, I don’t want to scream “Go Away!” I want to whisper, “Come a little bit closer. I need you.”
In my younger years I was an incredibly insensitive and impatient person. Many times I did the “go away” thing. One time, I said it once too often to someone. Unfortunately I was wed to him. He took the hint and really left -- for good. Woops, I did not really mean it that one time.
Now I am careful to only think “go away” and keep it to myself.