When I was younger, my mom used to punish my sister and I with hugs. Yes, hugs. We would have to sit on opposite ends of the couch until one of us could say "I'm ready to hug." I blame this for my non hugging nature.
In 2014, I'm publicly pledging to attempt to become "a hugger". We'll see how it goes.
Day 1: New Year's Day, I hung out with my family. Upon saying goodbye, no hugs. Just a wave goodbye and an I'll see you later.
Day 2: A hug for Fred. He hung my blinds after all. Does hugging your boyfriend even count?
Day 3: It's 11:24 and as I ask my coworker about lunch, he mentions needing to start my blog. As of yet, no hugs.
Now the goal isn't to become a serial hugger. I'm not going to hug everyone and everything in site. The goal is to become someone that appreciates a hug goodbye, a hug hello, etc. In my current state, when I see two arms coming to wrap around my body in a warm embrace, I shrivel and squeal like a tiny kitten being held over a bathtub.
You have a boyfriend now?
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