It may not be vitally important. In fact, I'm certain it's not. Yet it begs to be said - and paltry though it seems, I believe it's worth putting out there.
I am not a hugger. (This will come as no surprise to those of you who know me in real life.)
By this I mean that I am not naturally inclined to offer hugs, at least not to those outside my close family. I simply don't think of it. It's also true that at times I am uncomfortable receiving hugs. Not always, but at times they feel contrived to me, forced, unnatural. But I'm pretty sure that's my own issue and not the individual hugging me.
But here's the thing: usually I don't mind getting hugs. If I see you going in for one, I'll likely reciprocate with affection - even warmth. It's simply that I just - don't - think of initiating such a thing myself, not usually.
Oh, don't worry: I hug my kids incessantly. I hug my man. I hug my parents, brother and his wife, in-laws. And during our trip to the Midwest last summer, I gave hugs a-plenty.
But if I see you somewhere...say a restaurant, my church, the library, a store - don't be hurt if I don't automatically lean toward your body with extended arms. I'm almost certainly glad to see you (honest!), but it's a personal space issue - and it's my "problem," not yours.
And if I've been known to hug you in the past, but there's not even a hint of it now as we're catching up? Take heart. It probably never even occurred to me.
I leave you with this....
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