awkward elevators

i find elevators to be quite awkward.
i was to list the most awkward places a person could be at...elevators would be right up there with peeing right next a perfect stranger or buying tampons and bumping into a cute guy you know.

it is an enclosed space, to close for comfort. when i am alone it is easy to burst into song or adjust my pants or burp...it is my own little comfortable bubble.
but as soon as that lovely stranger steps in, something happens to quickly that a dead weight of plain awkwardness leaves me gasping for air.

you don't know where to look, and everybody ends up staring at the little screen that tells us what floor we happen to be on. whoever invented this convenient piece of technology never figured that it would somehow make the user feel so socially out of it, and wished she had used the stairs.

i hate elevators. or maybe i hate sharing elevators.
i think i should have my own, we should all have our own. so that in any needed moment you can ride on and know for sure that some random person was not going to come in.
maybe i think of my elevator ride as being something of therapy and get annoyed when somebody seems to disrupt it.

i don't know...
but i am opting to take the stairs from now on, i can not handle this state of wierdness with something so simple as elevators.