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I don’t understand people who are uncomfortable touching other people. I spend about 80% of each day making an effort to come into contact with people, whether it be by hugging, gently sliding my hand across the small of their back when passing behind them in a crowded environment to let them know I’m there, or playing with hair. I crave physical human interaction. It’s something I cannot imagine not having, even if I go (what some people would call) out of my way to get it.
My best friend is one of these people; she could do without it and often does. That’s not to say she’s a frigid bitch, nor do I think anyone who is like that is - because that would be horrible to think, considering the rude things people could/would/do call me for being all about physical contact - but it confuses me and makes me question the human condition.
Sometimes I think I want my boobs to be small so I don’t have to wear bras and could pull off certain clothes and then other times I’m like these things are pretty fucking cool