I’m all about the fist bump
not because I’m trying to be cool
not because I have OCD
not because of Howie Mandel
but because I’m not a big hugger.
These days most people hug hello
and hug goodbye
every time they see each other…
Some people hug the first time they meet.
I’m a Midwestern, Minnesota girl
I wasn’t raised to hug.
Don’t get me wrong
I love a good hug
if I haven’t seen you for a while
if I won’t see you for a while
if it’s a special day like your birthday or mine
if it’s a wonderful family/friend get together for Christmas or Easter
then, I’m good with a hug.
But if I saw you yesterday
and I’m going to see you again tomorrow
or next week
can we skip the hug or greet with a quick, loving fist bump?
And I want you to know
that I am sending all my love
and wishing you health and happiness and prosperity and safety and goodwill and all positive energy
through that fist bump.
I love you
but I can’t hug
I can’t kiss
I can’t half-hug with a cheek-to-cheek half-kiss
at every meeting.
It is not natural to me
it makes me uncomfortable
it makes me try to avoid you
and I don’t want to avoid you
it’s the opposite
I want to be close to you
but I can’t do it with a hug
I have tried
I guess the fist bump is just my way of hugging comfortably
Going a little deeper here…
I’m not sure why I’m this way or why I haven’t been able to change this, but I’m tired of not being honest with myself or authentic with the people I love.
I have hidden, gone to the bathroom, stuffed food in my face – all to avoid the hug… it doesn’t work and it’s exhausting.
I’ve stayed seated, picked up objects, and jumped into deep conversations with others to avoid the hug… it doesn’t work and it’s exhausting.
Plus, my behavior makes me look like a jerk.
I love huggers. I think it’s beautiful, and I’m kind of jealous that I’m not one.
I’m facing this, so my relationship can be better. I’m thankful for my friends who respect my feelings and give me the fist bump without hassle. I’m thankful for my friends who come running at me with wide open arms pretending they are going to give me a big hug. I’m thankful for my other friends who also are not big huggers.
I know I’m blessed and lucky to have such great loving people in my life… huggers and non-huggers… hand shakers and fist bumpers…
Are you a hugger, or are you a fist bumper?