I have a loud sort of friend who often yells, “I’m going into the Bubble!” when she is overwhelmed or annoyed. Her “protective bubble” however, is much like its namesake, thin and transparent, providing her with some temporary air space and elbow room before it pops.
I don’t have a bubble, I have a carefully constructed medieval-style fortress. It comes complete with a drawbridge that rarely goes down all the way, (I make most people jump at least part of the gap).
I am slowly getting better about it, and the walls are starting to crumble, but recent events and today’s prompt have me thinking about how far I still have to go.
Image from Wikipedia.