I’m not a hugger. Never really have been. I like my personal space, and just find them kind of uncomfortable. I hug my kids and Boatman and that’s pretty much it.
You will never see me with one of these signs.
Our old church was full of huggers; you could barely walk three steps without someone chasing you down and tackling you with a grip of love. (Ok slight exaggeration, but you get what I’m saying.) I learnt to cope. I could deal. Until someone decided to take the bible passage ‘greet each other with a holy kiss’ a little too literally. Suddenly we were all french, or upperclass, or possibly on an episode of the Hills. (And when I say French, I mean kissing on the cheek, not french kissing. That would be gross.)
I live my life on Greys Anatomy. ‘We don’t hug.’
Our church now is much more personal space friendly.
It’s not just the physical act of hugging; I discovered when I started blogging, that I was uncomfortable with people hugging or ‘kissing’ me on comments. ‘What’s with that?’ I thought.
But the more I thought about it, the more I realised that in an environment such as the blogosphere, words only go so far. And it is the addition of an o, a x, or possibly a <3 conveys a message. So when someone sends me a hug, or signs a tweet, xxx, I can cope now, because I know that they are not trying to ram their tongue down my throat.Even better, I can now respond in a similar fashion without feeling weird about it. So the universe is fine; no one I know is hugging me, and the virtual hugs are just like a pat on the back. I’m free and happy as a bird. Until today. Now if you see to the right on my tool bar, there is a sponsor me button for the Digital Parents Blogging Conference in March. I have a ticket, and if I can get a plane ride, I will have the opportunity to not only fine tune my craft (maybe babble a bit less), but also meet In Real Life some of the people I have met on line. It’s all very exciting.But then I watched this vlog by MahliMoo, and I started to panic. She was worried about people not being able to recognise her (hence the vlog) and she wanted them too so they could go up and greet her with a hug.
Immediately in my mind, DPCon12 became HugFest 2012, where I walked into the room and everybody launches them selves at me, smothering me with some real life love. (Obviously at Hug Fest I am some kind of superstar and much more important than I am right now.)
Suddenly it’s not sounding so fun any more. Suddenly it’s slightly terrifying.
Now possibly, I’ll be so excited, I will get all swept up in the fun and turn into the cuddle monster. (Actually that’s more probable than possible) But I could also totally freak out, and scream at people ‘don’t touch me!’ So I’ve sent the afternoon thinking how I can counteract this influx of physical touch that will assault me in 5 and half months time, and these are my ideas so far.
So which shirt do you think I should wear?
Are you a hugger?
If you see me at DPCon12 are you going to hug me anyway?