When did huggable become social grace?

This is alittle close for comfort

This is alittle close for comfort

So, something has been bothering me. This issue, although non-life threatening, changing, and basically insignificant…..is like a piece of sand floating around on my eyeball and despite my valiant effort to ignore it, it’s still annoying me. So, I’ll just slander myself here and call it good.

It wasn’t the first time and I doubt it will be the last time, but after the last five day social fiesta, I was once again accused of dropping the hug etiquette ball. Basically, I am a non-hugger. Or maybe that should read……Rebecca is often forced to hug, but evidence suggests she fails (flails) miserably at it.

Robert: “You are so funny to watch when people are hugging you. You really suck at hug etiquette.”
Rebecca: “What do you mean?!! I hug. I hugged no less then 10 people tonight.”
Robert: “Ya, ok, you ‘hugged’ if you call it that. But you’re stiff as a board and you are the only person I’ve ever seen put 3 feet of space between you and the person you’re hugging. You may not realize it, but it makes you look cold and uncaring.”
Rebecca;”Damnit, I’m not a cold and uncaring person just because I don’t melt my body with someone I barely know. I care! I’m kind!”
Robert: ” I know that, but you can be confusing to people because you give off mixed signals. You’ll talk to them, make them feel all warm and cozy, but when they go to give you a hug you practically run from them.”
Rebecca: ” I hug you and the girls good enough, don’t I?”
Robert: “Yes you do, you hug us like you mean it, but we are the exception. Everyone else gets the tree that bends in the middle for a quick shoulder to shoulder touch”
Rebecca: “Great, I’m an unhuggable tree. Anything else you’d like to add?”
Robert: ” Your ass does look cute when you stick it way out and away from everyone.”
Rebecca: ” Good to know.”

I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing wrong. I know my ass does tend to stick out because usually everyone is shorter then me and I’m bending over to recieve the impending hug. Perhaps this is evasive action, but I unhinge at the hip, bend way over and out thereby touching my shoulders to their shoulders. This I believe creates that 3 feet of space Robert was referring to and I’ll usually throw in a one handed back pat. I’ll pat twice if I’m feeling gracious, three times if I’m feeling rambunctious, and quickly retreat back to an upright position. Not good enough? Not feeling some care from that?

Would it be better if I stood up straight, wrapped my arms around the person in earnest, pulled them in flush to my body? I could really show some love by pressing their nose into the valley between my breasts and hummmm softly. Would that imply caring or simply smother a person into a cozy zone?

I’d really like to fix this failing social grace of mine. Maybe the next time a man that is of equal size or taller hugs me (if he’s shorter he would probably enjoy the above paragraph), I could wrap a leg behind theirs and slide it up and down for some extra lovin. I could probably throw in an ass grab and press my boobs against their chest to convey a memorable ‘nice to meet you sir’ gesture.

When it comes down to it, I admit, I’m not a touchy feelie sort of person. I do happen to enjoy people very much, but that doesn’t mean I need a soul pressing hug to validate my internal emotions.

What happened to the handshake in a social setting? Is a handshake so cold and impersonal that it’s currently off the social menu? Why is connection signed, sealed and delivered through physical contact, i.e. an authentic, zero personal space, hug? These questions are the social sand in my eye.

And for you honest huggers out there. I admire your ability to press solidly, pat soundly and impart your physical impression on others. Just don’t hold my 3 feet against me. K?

Seven Days To Dance

An Evening At the Art Gallery

An Evening At the Art Gallery

I wish I could say the seven days I’m given each week are filled to the brim with extraordinary events, mind feeding excitement and memories to last a lifetime.

Wish I could.

Instead, I’m afraid I allow the majority of days to tick off unnoticed like minutes click by on a clock during any given hour. I know I’ve allowed life to become more of a meandering country road rather than a busy thoroughfare filled with stop lights and optional crosswalks. That fact is evidenced by my lack of social engagements and interaction outside of my own family and home. That, by the way, is the result in evolution of choice. A pull back from social engagements because …time? age? priorities? desire to keep things more simple? All of the above~~

This morning I was looking through my pictures and came across this one from an actual, real live, legitimate social engagement with friends that was taken a few months ago. An extremely rare night out on the town with girlfriends that included dinner downtown, a bit of cultural infusion (the best one can find in Idaho anyway) and then a gallery showing of an artist I collect. I had a wonderful time that evening. A divine time. I savored every second of it. Not once did us gals talk about husbands or boyfriends, nor children or pets or home…..It felt wonderful to shed those aspects of our lives for an evening and just be, ourselves. Stand alone, independent thinkers that remained socially engaged without distractions.

All of us exclaimed at the end of the night what a great time we had and promised ourselves we would do it again in short order.  It’s been months now, and we haven’t. This makes me sad how quickly we let the little joys like a night out with girlfriends fall to the bottom of the priority list. I need more stop lights and optional crosswalks added to my program. I think I need to pay attention more to my dance card and worry less about becoming obligated to give up my so called precious time. I’ve been guarding my precious time for awhile now and frankly, I’ve protected it so much I’m practically a recluse.

As I get older I keep thinking at some point in time I’ll find the right balance between what I desire, what I need and what I have. Maybe that’s the tricky part. What I desire is tempting of course, and what I think I need can feel downright delusional between is it desire? Or is it true need? And then what I have feels good the majority of the time, but the term improvement in certain area’s (like the social aspect of my life) wanders in and I have to wonder could I make this better……And then I wonder, do other people discover the secret sauce to a balanced life? Do they know just how much salt and pepper is needed to spice up an already full plate……..Ya, I think like that~

It’s not something I hyper-focus on, my days aren’t fraught with social deprivation and worries about imbalance to my system. My mind just wanders that way sometimes and looking at a picture of a fabulous night with my short girlfriends reminds me of something, something I do need, that I’ve neglected. That’s all……..

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