Respect the bubble.

I don't like people touching me. I never have. Even as a kid my mom knew that if I got hurt I didn't want hugs and kisses I wanted to be left alone. I miss being a kid.

Yesterday I went to my new ward's enrichment night. I wasn't planning on going but the presidency had asked Jeremy to be in the nursery. So I went. I stayed in the nursery, too. (I'd like to think I beat them this round.)

We were leaving when someone Jeremy knew from an old ward came up and introduced herself. She was nice. We exchanged names and shook hands.

Another (older) lady came up and introduced herself and gave me a hug. "I'm a hugger! I always have been. I was just raised that way." she explained. I'm sure I was wincing as she hugged me. I wanted to kick her and say, "I'm a kicker! I always have been." I think they're equally acceptable.

Next time. Next time.