Shell Shocked: Hugging: The equal opportunity human connector
World leaders do it. Kids do it. Married couples do it. Unmarried couples do it.
Baseball players do it. Grandparents do it. Even tough Marine sergeants do it. It’s universal, commonplace and widely accepted. What do they do?
The hug is the highest form of personal communication and it far surpasses the miracle of the internet, email and iPads. It is emblematic of sorrow, as well as joy. It is a connection, a bond, a gesture an ice breaker.
I once saw a YouTube video where some volunteers agreed to carry signs offering free hugs. They didn’t have to work very hard to get those hugs. Total strangers passed them and were intrigued by the offer. Many stopped for a quick, but well meaning hug, smiled and went about their business. The hugs made their day.
I have a cousin who was the Scrooge of overt behavior. During family get togethers he would be the only one who refused to hug other family members. He would back off when someone came too close and would invariably say “I’m not a hugger. Don’t touch me.” We almost expected him to say “humbug.”
But, then one day I sneaked up on him and gave him a slight hug before he had a chance to recoil in horror. I said to him, “there, I did it. Now did you fall apart at my touch? Was my body odor too much for you to overcome? Was it so painful?”
And, honest to God, he was stuck for words. His defense mechanisms were at work, but so was his humanity. His humanity won. I could swear his eyes were glistening with tears when he approached me and gave me the biggest bear hug I’d ever gotten. He almost cracked my ribs, but I was elated nonetheless.
We had converted a humbug into a hugger. He had gotten the message about hugging. From that day on he would not be denied. Whenever he was at a family gathering he was the first one to open his arms and invite family members to hug him.
His initial hugs were a bit rough and hard. But he learned. He became an expert hugger and opened himself up to the love that his family was always willing to give him.
Hugging is so universal that there doesn’t need to be a precise reason as to when it’s applied. It expresses love and affection. It expresses pride. It expresses kinship. It expresses victory.
But a few do’s and don’ts on when to give hugs. Don’t try hugging a police officer when he stops you for speeding. Don’t try to hug a night club bouncer to try to get in front of the line. Don’t try to hug a theater usher when she escorts you to your seat.
And don’t try to hug a restaurant waiter while he’s carrying a tray full of the evening’s entrees. Be judicious and discreet. Hug under the right circumstances and your joy barometer will go through the ceiling.
I consider myself to be an equal opportunity hugger. I will hug men and women alike. And children, dogs, cats and even giraffes if I can reach that high. I’d even hug an alligator if I could find one that was trusting and loving. Hugging closes wounds, opens positive feelings, eases grief and validates connections. It signals a job well done, a support mechanism that encourages and inspires, and a doorway to closer bonds.
You’re in a place where you’re letting people into your life. Now what could be wrong with that?
-Art Stevens is a long-time columnist for The Islander. His tongue-in-cheek humor is always offered with a smile.