Hugginess, or the lack thereof, definitely runs in families. I’m not really comfortable hugging someone I don’t know, and like, quite well. My mother wasn’t very comfortable with hugs, when I was growing up, so they weren’t common. She wasn’t comfortable with them because her parents were very Victorian.
I’ve worked on becoming more tolerant of them, because I know lots of people consider them a standard part of any greeting, at least among friends. I think I’ve gotten to the point where most people can’t tell how uncomfortable I feel. One interesting note, for the non-huggers, is that once you’ve hugged someone, for the first time, it is MUCH less uncomfortable the second time. And, eventually, the discomfort fades away, entirely, if you know the other person long enough, and hug them regularly.
For me, it’s the forced intimacy of it that I don’t care for. I’m really a very private person, despite all the “sharing” I’ve done, here. I don’t get aroused, as someone suggested. I get creeped out, to a greater or lesser extent. Too much contact, plus the scent of the other person, which you wouldn’t normally notice much, if at all.
On the other hand, I love to hug people I feel strongly about and am comfortable with. There are two or three who’ve posted here, already, that I’d love to hug, even though one wouldn’t enjoy it. And, when I’m in a good relationship, I can’t get enough contact with my SO.
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