Four hugs a day

I can't sleep. It's early and I'm exhausted but I can't sleep. I was lying in bed thinking about this weekend, grad school options, and hugs.

This weekend: Maybe I'll get some hugs.

Grad school: How about a thesis on blogging and community? Or blogging and the self? There's gotta be some great sociological discoveries to be made that will do nothing for society, right?

Hugs: I was one of those who broke up with a boyfriend right before going away to University. It was okay because I never really liked him all that much. (I should remember that this is not quite anonymous). Anyway, we broke up and I left for school without the blink of an eye. After a few weeks I noticed something was missing. I didn't feel quite right. What was it? It was a lack of physical contact. Not only was I boyfriend-less but I was also away from my family and friends, even my dogs. I got no hugs. I realized then that I need hugs.

I have to say that I'm not one for casual hugs from people I don't care for. I detest those phony half hugs which are so often accompanied by a phony half cheek kiss or two depending on provice/country of origin. I don't like when people's knees rest on mine or sticky arms touch mine on the subway. But I crave a good, rib crushing hug once in a while.

The kids can be pretty affectionate sometimes but it's not the same as reaching up or around into a substantial embrace, you know?

Today I initiated a bit of interstaff hugging. It actually made a difference in my mood. You'd be amazed what a hug or two can do. Go hug someone now. And if you're around me and I like you, go in for the kill.