Because, if I’m going to go weeks or days without blogging, we should start it back up with a feel good blog, right?
I hate hugs. I mean I used to hate hugs.
My family hugs enough, so we can’t blame my upbringing. I mean, if you’ve never hugged my dad, you don’t understand what a hug is. Or my grandma. ♫ They’re the two best huggers that anyone could have…♫ (Ref: The Hangover, lolz)
I love hearing affection, so we can’t blame that either.
I’m just not a touchy-feely girl. I hate germs, and I hate how in order to feel hugged, you also have to feel another body. I tend to shy away from handshakes, cuddling, and massages. Feet, especially, are better left on the other side of the room.
That being said, after three years of having an excited hugfestival best friend:
And three years of having a guy that is most excellent at wrapping me up and never letting me go:
as WELL as his family who hugs for everything all the time without reason or warning…
I’ve gotten over it.
All of a sudden, I’ve gone from a bone-deep fear and cringe of hugs, to looking forward to them, giving them, and enjoying them.
And while I could give all the credit to the people surrounding me, I think it’s mostly these two that have done it:
BUT PS: Hug me via text message, or with your feet, and be not offended at my cringe and complaint. 😉