Saturday, January 1, 2011

Gioachino Rossini

In general I would consider myself a warm and fuzzy person. I love puppies, and rainbows, and kittens. True love and elderly couples holding hands. Sitting by the fire, reading a book, and daydreaming. But, over the past few years I have been heavily questioning a process which I don't feel necessary in all situations. Hugging.

Hugging. For serious.

When did hugging become so acceptable. Wait. Maybe I'm not being clear. Yes, I love hugging my mom, boyfriend, dad, aunts, family, super close friends...but that's about it. I went out the other night and ran into a bunch of people I hadn't seen in a while, and I questioned when did hugging become the common form of "hey, how are you? how's life? ". Maybe I belong in India where hugging isn't acceptable in public places. Or in a place that a simple warm smile will do the trick just right.

I can tell you I definitely do not belong in Sweden where there are more than 6 categories that hugs can fall under. Why is this necessary? Many times I just find a greeting hug as quite awkward. Did I put my arms in the right places? I'm on my tippy toes and your hurting my back! It was so quick did they not think I was genuine? Or the, I've hardly really met you and yet I've heard so much about you, so, sure, let's hug. 

The goodbye hug I do find slightly more acceptable, but only if you really aren't going to see that person for a long time. If it's, let's hug I'll see you this weekend, well, honestly, I'll just see you this weekend and you can tell by the warm look on my face that I'm genuine and I truly can't wait...even though I'm not uncomfortably embracing you. Instead, on my ride home I shall think about how much I can't wait for our next hanging out session to arrive and not, "wow, that was uncomfortable."

Hugging. It's kind of silly.

Just a girl, looking to find out when hugging is necessary, and believing that some times it is just not, and why we, as a culture love the hug, yet, of course, loving to hug the ones she loves.

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