Wednesday, August 18, 2010

All You Need Is Hug.

Who needs a hug?

If anyone has ever asked you that question, it's probably because you were in that bad kind of mood when all you need is to wrap your arms around someone to feel better. And at that moment in time, a hug was the cure for your terrible day. But if you're someone like me, you tend to wrap your mind around the idea that hugging, unless we're talking special cases like the previously mentioned embrace, means nothing.

This may sound overdramatic, but think about the last time you gave someone a hug and I guarantee you that it will fall into one of the following three categories:

1) the "I'm leaving the party" hugs,

2) the "I just got here and you haven't seen me in a while" hugs, and

3) the "obligation to hug you even though we're not really friends, but everyone else is hugging" hugs.

It seems like no matter where you go, what you do, and who you are with, the hug has replaced the handshake as the informal greeting. And like the third kind of hug, once hugs hit a small gathering of friends, it becomes an infectious obligation to each member of the group.

Quite frankly, I've got nothing against hugs. Hugs are awesome, and believe me, I've had some great hugs before. But when someone gives me a hug, it should be because they want to, not because they feel obligated to. To tell you the truth, hugging gets awkward, especially if it's the latter case and you get stuck in a hug with someone you're not really friends with.

So simply put, hug me if you mean it, and if you don't, just know that I'm totally cool with a high five.

Just a thought.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Maggie May, Mags May.

Do the little things matter?

Yes. I'm telling you right now, they do. People may contradict this statement, but to many, many people out there, myself included, the little things matter.

Today, while clocking away hours behind a desk at work, my friend Amanda walks in. Now, let me preface this by saying that I call Amanda my friend in the loosest sense of the term. I would rather veer towards a more lacksadasical word choice for our relationship; perhaps acquantances would do it justice. Bottome line: we talk once a month, see each other at parties of mutual friends, and make awkward small talk when absolutely necessary. Amanda walks in, carelessly throws me a "Hey, Mags" and continues to walk on by.

"Hey, Mags".

In the moments after hearing that, I realized something spectacular. This girl, this friend of mine, would typically never call me "Mags". My name is Margaret. I go by Maggie. Only close, close friends feel the need to shorten my name even further and call me "Mags". But the small fact that she so carelessly called me "Mags" really made me smile.

This is no giant leap for mankind. Amanda and I won't become attached at the hip, best friends. Our friendship won't even change. She probably won't ever even call me "Mags" again. But for the sole fact that she left me with a smile when she walked into work today, I can honestly say that the little things do matter.

Just a thought.