You’ve heard of the Connecticut kiss haven’t you…when someone smooches the air instead of you? This is the squeeze version. A friend (or foe) leans in only to touch you as if you had leprosy.
That’s an insult, not a hug…a stunt hug, at best.
Why bother I say, but people still do. It’s the email of affection…cold, impersonal…one could blast through ten hugs never once touching skin. Now take my pal Pam, she knows how to hug. She grabs you good and tight letting you know she’s happy to see you. Why Pam could lecture on hugging at the Learning Annex…would be an instant sell-out.
This fear of closeness, commitment…incommunicable disease, that’s what’s catchy. Big, squishy hugs should be the norm because we, as humans, as we’ve bumping into the furniture, need them.
I know I sure do.