Bear Hug

I got my first teddy bear today. Build-A-Bear Workshop. His name is Macsen [there is no specific reason why. I just felt like it. My roommate (Erin) said she would have judged me if I chose another name I was thinking about.] It is such a comfort. I never thought of myself as a touchy person, or someone that even really needed comforting, but after holding this bear, it just makes me feel so calm.
I have always enjoyed hugs, and I like people touching me, or I guess, it doesn't bother me if people touch me. Some of my best friends are the most touchy people ever, so maybe I have just grown accustomed to it. In most cases, I will not instigate a hug, but I will gladly receive it. It's weird, I think I get really attached to things that I hug. For example: Senior year. All my friends got those fake real babies that cry and you have to shove a key in their back, I didn't. I was their aunt and after a couple of days of holding them, I grew super attached and seriously almost cried when they had to be returned. All my friends that give me those good sincere hugs, I can't imagine leaving, or them leaving me, it hurts. <-- notice the emotion that is going on right there, it's weird. I don't feel emotion, so when I talk about it, it's got to be legit.
Some people were blessed with the ability to hug, and for them I am grateful. There are some great huggers in my life. My dad is one of them. Whenever I see him, I just fall into his chest and he wraps his big arms around me. I miss it. All you huggers out there, I appreciate you. You are capable of something I am not.