People think that I don't like to hug. I love to hug.
If I were to cry, why would I want a hug? A hug would make me feel weak and make me cry harder...if I wasn't ready for it.
If I were in the privacy of my own home with someone I trusted or a hunky dude, then a hug would be good. My ex-dysfunction used to give me shoulder-time when I was upset. I liked shoulder-time. I loved it. I miss it. I'd like shoulder-time with a new man. Tenderness.
When my Dad walked me down the aisle, he patted my hand the whole way. I'm not sure if he was nervous or thought I was. Affection.
When my Dad died, I still remember the hugs from family and friends. I can still feel them, physically feel their arms around me. Comfort.
I get/give friendly hugs from/to friends I've known for 25 years. Those are nice. I trust those hugs. Trust.
The hugs when my Sister and her family are leaving after a visit are a way to hold onto them until the next visit. Kalli squeezes. Tyler pats my back. When I try to think of the description of my sister's hug, it hurts too much for words. Commitment.
I hug my daughters. True Love.
Today at work, some guy was talking to me and another woman. He said something about giving out free foot rubs, but how I wouldn't want one, because I don't like to be touched. Dude! What the French, Toast?
If anything, I tend to crave sensory input, like Sophie does. I love to get massages, manicures, pedicures. I'm not ticklish. I love to get my feet rubbed. I have a bumpy footstool at work so that I can take my shoes off and rub my own socked feet. It's a great stress-reliever.
However, to the point, and of course, I make light of it, because that's what I do. If some hottie were to give me a hug out of the blue when I was unprepared, I'd probably implode. Don't tease a girl with a sip of water when there's no well in sight. Seriously, I'd probably melt to the ground and cry in want of someone to hold me.
4 comments:
LOL -- I think I know who that was!!! I'm the opposite. If anyone tried to go near my feet (including Randy), I'd start shrieking. I'm too ticklish!!!!!
Don't worry, Mare... we know you like hugging. I'll even give you a big one tomorrow just to prove it.
;o)
I love this blog. Creative and real. Just two of the most admirable qualities you have. I laughed right out loud a couple times. Thanks for the smile (and the tears). :)
That was great Mary, warmed my heart right up!!
Mary, I share this "hug aversion". Doesn't necessarily mean you don't like hugs just that there is a proper time and place for them. Implied hugs are nice, too. Expected hugs are yucky. Spontaneous hugs can be good or awkward. But really letting go and really getting hugged - well, that's a tough one. I almost think that those of us who don't give the hugs out like water are the ones who are the most sensitive because it means so much to us.
You mean something to me. I never hug you. Next time I see you, I'm hugging you. Just setting the expectation for both of us. XO
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