Hugs all around

I’ve been cranky and angsty all afternoon.  Couldn’t pin it down right away.  If I didn’t know better I’d think I was over-stimulated – but upon reflection, I know exactly what it is.

I need contact.  I need to feel someone against me.

Not sexual, although I’m sure that factors as well.  But this kind of angsty is an indicator of the need for arms. Specifically the arms of a friend. A cuddle or a long hug.

I know, I know – it’s rare but it does happen.  And I’m not good at asking for a hug, so to get better I am going to practice.  I’m going to go ask people I know for hugs.

It shouldn’t be threatening. But I am uncomfortable.  It shouldn’t be a big deal, my friends are very loving and generously affectionate people – so I should feel totally safe asking for a hug, right?

Theoretically.

I’m not accustomed to this sort of neediness. I manage pretty well on my own usually, but I sense – if I don’t go and try to take care of this soon, it could become a depression or even an overblown urge to cave and not come out for a long time.

So – I shall take matters into my own hands, I will snuggle the cats Zoot and Oyster and when they are sick of me – I shall go forth, chin up, and ask for a hug from someone I know.

After which I will go to Firefly and all will be well.