Jeremy Freese + [wonderful colleague who shall remain nameless] = Most Awkward Attempted Celebratory Hug Ever.
I am such an interpersonal freak, especially where personal space is involved. A butterfly flaps its wings in Brazil, and it knocks me out of my Comfort Zone. World: stay at least six inches from me at all times.
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Yeah, world, it would be a good idea to stay at least six inches away from Jeremy. He is Herpes, after all.
Good to know. I was going to throw my arms around you next time I saw you, but now I'll just make awkward eye contact and shuffle down the hall.
You've posted multiple blog comments lately about how you're such a sucky hugger. I just want it to be clear that when you hug me to congratulate me for graduating it had better be a good hug. I've gotten good hugs, even great hugs, from you in the past so I know you're capable of them. You can't just suck and then blame your Mid-western heritage. Bad hugging is a choice!
-bff from bloomington
Thanks, BFF. You are right that I should do more to acknowledge the importance of agency in my hugging.
My husband feels rather the same way. Clonazapam has done wonders! PRN sociability.
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