**I am very sentimental and touchy-feely. I’m all about hugs and kisses and physical contact with the people I love. I study away from home, and am in the habit of coming home most weekends(read EVERY SINGLE weekend). When Sunday comes round and I finally have to leave home, I have made quite the ritual of bidding my brothers goodbye. Most times I find them in their room, likely in some comfortable position and dreading my goodbyes because I will make them stand up to give me a proper hug. A proper hug is one that leaves me(and the other party) feeling warm, enclosed, loved…a hug worthy of a last hug, just in case. We also do mafia kisses(read I also make them do mafia kisses with me), the whole, grabbing their face in both my hands then kissing both the right and left cheeks before pulling them in for the mother of all hugs. You get the picture, right?
I am their mushy sister who is all about smothering them in hugs and kisses…I wonder if they consider me embarrassing.
Some days my brothers are into it, other days I’m a bother and I know it…but hey, I am the sister they got and now they have to live with me!
I recently happened to be on the flip-side of this exchange…
My older brother walked into my room a few days ago, radiating so much joy if someone had told me that he had swallowed the sun, I would have believed it! I had not seen him for about 7 days, which is a long time considering we normally average at 5 days of not seeing each other when I am in school.
He was so happy to see me! (Warms my heart!)
He knocked on my door, walked in and found me still in bed in my pyjamas, and came at me with his arms wide open and the biggest grin on his face.
I, on the other hand, had a lot going on!
I was slightly hangover(read not so slight) and my tummy was pulling a fast one on me and was very upset. (I had not had longer than an hour of sleep the previous night because I kept having to wake up and go to the loo…) Finally morning had come and there I was lying miserable in bed wondering why my body was revolting against me.
I heard the knock on the door, immediately knew who it was and by the movements I had been hearing outside my door, I also knew he was full of energy and in good spirits. For me however, that knock on the door was the absolute last straw! Here I was silently trying to bear all this pain and discomfort and how dare he come into my room all jolly and happy to see me!**
**while inching in for a massive hug**
Alex: Sis, you’re home! Finally! I’m so happy to see you! What, has it been two weeks? I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever!
Alex: Aren’t you going to stand up and hug me? Look at how psyched I am to see you!
**Trying really hard to not scream**
**He crawled onto my bed and gave me a forced awkward hug anyway, plus a lecture about how this is how it normally feels like when I am about to leave for school and he might not feel like a big ceremonious hug but I force him into one anyway.
Well…I will still never concede into not being overly affectionate just because my brothers aren’t in the mood or just do not feel like it. In hindsight, I am happy to be held to the same standard.**
It is especially when we are absolutely sure we want nothing more than to be left alone that we should be smothered in hugs and kisses, just because.