Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Let's shake on it, okay?

Random crap before I begin this post...

Monica, your comment about my sarcasm flattered the heck out of me. Thanks. *blushing*

I am drinking my husband's beer because I'm too lazy to move his to the back of the fridge, to pull my Newcastle up front. How sad is that? If I hadn't been too embarrassed to actually buy him Coors, I would have dredged up the motivation. As it is, I bought him Stella, which as lagers go, isn't that bad, so I'm making do. He asked for Coors, he wanted Coors, and I would have died of humiliation if someone I knew saw me buying Coors, so I didn't. What kind of beer snob am I? The kind that snorts coffee up her nose when the guy at her supermarket admits they have a bottle of Utopias on the premises. It has been over two years since I've gotten a bottle of that...not that I'm counting.

Thanks to all of you for sharing your thoughts on displays of affection. It was appreciated.

Without further stalling, here is my take on love and affection.

The truth is, I am not comfortable with physical displays of affection, unless they are initiated by canines or small children. I can easily tell you the last few people who have hugged me, outside of my immediate family. Four of which work at my grocery store, and the last works at the animal shelter I adopted my girls from...and we are talking about the last year, almost two years here.

At best, I am a one armed, keep my personal space intact, hugger. At my worst, I stiffen up like a body in full rigor mortis and cringe. I don't want to be like this. I wish I could be a touchy-feely type gal, especially for my children, alas, I am not. Don't get me wrong, I hug and kiss my children. I enjoy getting to cuddle with them. In a crowded shopping mall I like slipping my arm through my husband's.

Was I not hugged enough as a child? Oh, yes I was. Perhaps too much. My mom is very affectionate. It thoroughly annoys her that I get skeeved out by physical contact. So, why am I the way I am? Who knows?

What I can say with certainty, is that I feel very affectionately about many people, but, unless they can interpret the warmth in my heart and my hand shake, they would never know. If ever we should meet bloggy pals...look, but, don't touch! Except for you Heather Lynn, for you I'll know to brace myself.

4 comments:

  1. I'm not hardwired to be touchy-feely either. I think it's just who we are.

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  2. I'm on middle ground here. Used to be touchy-feely. Not so much anymore. My kids and my hubby. That's about it. Oh and my Mom. See, middle ground.

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  3. awwwwwwwwww......well you can't say I didn't warn ya!

    oh, fine! no hugs for Viv. *pouts*

    ~hl~

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  4. On the bright side, you can drink twice as many Coors... ;)

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