I’m not a hugger. Can’t remember a time that I was. I prefer the unemotional touch of a doctor during my yearly check-up to a spur-of-the-moment embrace from a friend. I know it’s strange. It’s not that I’m repulsed by the touch of someone else. I hugged Mrs. Perry because I knew that she liked hugs and uses them to say hello. I hugged Adam to shield him from his brother’s wrath. But they don’t comfort me. I have no instinctual urge to press my body against another’s. And when I’m prompted to, the act feels like…an act.
