I don't know if this is a new thing, or stress has brought this moment onto me but ....

Recently I've had this brand new personal space issue. I like a little room between me and the person I'm talking to. Especially if it's someone I don't know well and don't hang out with much. Personal space is a non-existent thing for someone I'm really good friends with and I am ok with that then. Even standing/sitting over my shoulder while I'm doing something kinda bugs.

Several times within the last two weeks there have been faire and non faire moments where someone felt they had to talk to me from 6 inches away from my face and invade my personal space.
When I'd politely shift back to gain space, they'd encroach again. After doing it two or three times you'd think they'd get the hint and back off but noooooo they'd step right in and get close again. stop it!
The worst was Thursday night when one of MIkeys friends came bopping by. She was very chatty (too chatty) and openly admitted she had ADHD and was off her meds for the evening. She was lovely to talk to and quite animated. Had I not already been tired I think I coulda handled her. But every time I stepped back to put 2 feet between us she'd get up and get like 6 inches from me and lean in to talk to me - AND THEN when I tried to walk away three or four times she'd follow me and I was like WTF WTF WTF! Her manner of speaking was the type of conversation that includes animation (hands flailing around, hopping around, weaving and leaning forward and backward) And her volume kept going up and up and up. (I hate loudness) I wanted to slap her in the face so bad I couldn't think about anything but getting the hell away from her. I didn't want to be rude so I just sucked it up and told mikey to keep that girl away from me from now on at ALL costs!
I think it was the closest thing ever to a panic attack I have ever had. If I had to define what I thought one felt like - THAT would be it.

Back off a few feet, maintain a NORMAL voice level, and talk. You don't need to be all up in my tits to talk to me. I don't need to smell your breath. And standing 2 feet from me outside of faire with your faire voice on (inside or outside) frankly just makes me want to smack you. Life doesnt have to be balls to the board loud and out front ALL THE FUCKING TIME. Back off, calm down and talk a little quieter. I'm old, not deaf.