I hate hugs.
Don't know why.
Never liked them.
I evaded one today from Frank's college by pretending to be shy and couldn't avoid another one when I met up with Frank and a friend of his for drinks.
Pressing my body against another human, for an uncertain length of time is weird to me.
Like Frank's friend who hugged me tonight,- she held me long and hard and I kept thinking "really? You don't think the side hug would have sufficed?"
My sister in law drives me crazy with the hugs. There's a big section of every visit dedicated to the hello hug and the good bye hug between the kids, and the "did you hug auntie?" and then I have to lean in with a stupid smile on my face. If you have to tell people to hug, what's the point?
Shouldn't there be a mutual 'oh my God I really need to press up against you for a socially accepted length of time to show you; I care, I missed you, I need to know what your hair smells like, etc."
I have felt this urge, I know it's real and I have given in to it with joy. BUT COM'ON, NOT EVERY SINGLE TIME.
My sister is sleeping over tonight and will leave in the morning. I probably won't see her for another year.