Everyone has a flaw (or two). One of mine is Geography. I failed it in elementary school and have regressed ever since. Another flaw of mine is disliking people touching me. This has been a topic for as long as I can remember (even longer, I suspect).
Chris and I had a conversation about how often we get touched in a given week, not counting each other. This isn't sexual type touching or anything like that, just touching in general. For the prior week, I recalled touching one person on the arm...barely. And that was it. Chris had given a hug to someone earlier that day and had many touching events throughout the week. I can honestly go weeks without physical contact with anyone and be totally fine. So when strangers loom in for a hug or some frisky waitress pats me on the shoulder for a better tip, I notice and am not amused.
It's better with people I know as opposed to strangers. I don't like the 'Hi I'm so-and-so. Here's a hug to show I'm sensitive!" This whole thing is an on-going topic and I go through life assuming that people understand. However, some people do notice that I'll go years without seeing them and give them a wave instead of a hearty hug-ride, but as it seems to be somewhat a part of me, they just let it be. I'm just grateful I live in the least touchy country in the world...I think I read that Italy was the touchiest...sheesh.
An Erinku:
pens
strewn about
lying in wait
for use
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