Some people very rightly identify themselves as "huggers." These are people who will know you for seven minutes and think nothing of giving you a goodbye hug. Or a hello hug. Or a "just because I feel like it" hug.
I am not one of these people. However, I have no problem at all when one of them hugs me. In fact, I kind of like it. I think it's nice.
Yet I would never think of doing the same thing to someone to whom I'm not, say, married.
I guess it's that I don't mind receiving the casual hug, but I'm not someone who will willingly initiate that kind of hug.
Make sense?
I just don't want to make anyone feel uncomfortable. And a lot of non-huggers definitely feel uncomfortable when someone moves in for a hug. They usually will grin and bear it, but they don't like it. And I don't want to put anyone in that position.
I think that, deep down, there's a hugger inside of me. But my fear of offending, angering or otherwise upsetting others keeps me from following through on this latent desire.
It's kind of sad. I think I need a hug.
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