Crowded

I hate being crowded.

I hate going to places that are going to be crowded. I avoid them like the plague.

I always wonder how, when a group of like five adults comes into church late, and there are hardly any seats left, they can stand squishing together in a spot made for three. You know, when they have to overlap shoulders just to all fit. How do they do it? I need my shoulder space!

Not a big fan of crowding.

Unless it's this kind of crowding. This kind I LOVE. Love with a fervor at least as great as my animosity toward people crowding. This kind of crowding I can stare at and enjoy for the longest time.

This is my kind of crowding.