Hugging
My family, when I was young, was not demonstrative with their affection. I suppose most families of that era, while not exactly frigid, were a bit cool. Even my Dad's big Italian family members weren't huggers. The German side definitely seemed to think hugs were a taboo.
Understand that I knew I was loved, cherished as a child and a teen. It was much, much later that I heard, "I love you" from either parent. I know it was hard for them.
How I learned to love to be hugged is a mystery. My friends, now among the best 'huggers' I know, didn't start out that way. We greeted with a "hi, there" or a little slap. Not so much as an air kiss passed between us.
Something happened in my generation. Suddenly everybody was hugging everybody. Bosses and strangers till they were introduced, parents and kids, friends, male and female, suddenly entwining.
This is a good thing, I think.
(Unless you know HER, a nameless acquaintance who is suddenly my best friend. She doesn't just hug. She squeezes. She doesn't know when to let go. She invariably deposits her too-much make-up on my face. She is overwhelming. She smells of cigarettes. She seeks me out like a bloodhound. I try to be nice. I like her; I do not like being held in a sadistic grip.)
Hugging has become a generic greeting.
Even though I see it that way, there are still ways to tell if it means anything. There is the 'pat on the back' hug. You know this one. It is the obligatory hug you give when you don't want to hug at all. Sometimes it is accompanied by a gentle push away. There is the one-armed 'buddy hug', usually paired with, ' how ya been?'. There is the 'fist on shoulders' hug, often associated with air kissing, usually given to a young man at his graduation who wouldn't be caught dead having his mother hug him in public.
Then there is the 'real thing'. The 'friendship' hug, a quick and gentle squeeze, complete with an even quicker kiss on the cheek is part of modern friendship. Men do it, women do it. It shows spontaneous delight in seeing someone. It means 'I like you', not 'I love you". It is the innocent hug you give to someone who deserves more than a handshake.
There is the 'I REALLY LIKE YOU' hug, a little longer, often accompanied by a slight swaying and a slow parting; a staring into the eyes, a smile and often a furtive peck.
The best hug, however, I don't need to describe. You know it. It's warm and comforting. It doesn't need a kiss to complete it. You don't want to let go. Your every breath is in sync. Whew......
I know a few people who don't hug at all. They don't like to be touched. I wonder, sometimes, if my family hadn't turned into huggers, what I would be like now. Coldness isn't in my make up.
Want a hug?