This Is This

I’m not a hugger. Trees, metaphorically, but not folks generally.

So it comes as some surprise to me that I dispensed such two public displays of affection in the office in as many weeks. And they were both girls! Yuh-huh.

One was to a friend who has been very supportive over the last few weeks while we went through a reshuffle and we were both relieved to keep our jobs. She’s a rock and I’d been in between her and a hard place. Oh fuck off.

The other was to someone who actually lost their job who has been working for my employer for ten years.

The good thing about being a selective hugger is that it means more when you put out.

The bad thing about being a selective hugger is that is means more when you put out.

So if you’re not careful, the huggee can think two things in the heat of the moment.

Either: “Woah, coffee and cold shower for Table Me, please.”

Or: “Ummm…. OK, this is wierd. And, we’re still hugging…”

I am fully aware of this, which is why I am very careful. I’m probably a little too aware with my personal space, but if no one was, we would all be Italian. Yes, the food would be great, but who would fight all the wars?

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Reading this back, I realised I wrote: “One was to a friend”

A “hug to” instead of “with” or just, um, ”hug” is a telling turn of phrase, I guess. I’m leaving it in, though, because that’s me.

Morning.

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