I’ve decided the next time someone asks me why I blog, my new improved answer will be, “Based on the human condition regarded as individual impression, blogging is good for the balance. This condition is also known as swimming in solitary shark infested waters that are located deep inside our own minds that employ mind tricks on a daily basis whereas suggesting to an individual they are all alone, perhaps strange or just plain weird. Being a blogger lets you know you are aren’t the only freaky oddity after all and  it illustrates everyone else is just as strange and unique as you think you are. There is comfort in group waters. We even virtual hug”

Then when the persons mouth drops and their lips form a little O, I will spare them the brain strain and say, ” In other words, blogging can be validation of the extraordinary peculiarities I may have.”

If they still go, “HUH?”

I’ll follow up with, ” I blog to hear myself think.”

Would it be hypocritical to say I wish could swoop up all you non-huggers and anti-smoochers and give you a big hug and a kiss for being touch resistant like me? Ya, probably…. but my previous entry gave me strength though numbers. The next time I’m bent over like a broken tree with my ass jutting out into another state, I’ll be thinking of that entry, all the comments and I WILL smile like I really mean it.

And for you authentic huggers who braved all us anti-hugglypoo people by describing how and why you hug, I do believe I’d let you envelope me in a pretzel embrace and show me the bounty of your grace. You could even give me lessons and show me the error of my ways. I promise, unless specifically requested, I won’t run my leg up and down yours or smother you in my breasts~

Now, Kate from the fabulous, Blogging is my only Vice asked in her comment, “How do you feel about close talkers?” When I thought about it, my mind misted up and I realized I could write an entire series just based on social graces that perplex me, scare me or otherwise make me laugh most of the time.

Close proximity talkers get about the same effect from me as swooping huggers get, just the opposite direction. I’ll unhinge at the hips and go the opposite direction with my shoulders leaning back, back and way back. …….basically, it’s ‘here, talk to my birthing hips, they produced two children, they can handle your breath, pores and space invasion’   I do not enjoy a close talker. Nope, not at all, makes my skin itch and the air feels quite dense around me. I call that, start to suffocate and check out time. To be honest, I’d jump into the arms of a hugger before I subjected myself to a 5 inch from my nose talker……………

Lets think about this, group effort moment. I don’t think these things are really pet peeves, but rather the evolution of comfort zones. One of the most fascinating realizations of my previous entry and comments was the mention of several people who had moved and were forced into hug submission by region rather then hugging being a natural reflex…… 

I’d love to know what old Emily Post would have said about a close talker and how she would describe the perfect hug. Google…here I come…..What other social graces give us the heebie jeebies and which ones bring us enjoyment? That is the question rattling around in my thinking blogger self today ~