No Touchy

Right, so not gonna lie- this time I have spent down here in Orlando has equaled some pretty surprising and unexpected lessons learned about myself. However, one I was not prepared for was the one called Emmilie is not a touchy-feely person in the least. I honestly had never noticed how much physical contact makes me super awkward. I just don't do it. It's kind of weird actually. I'll hug you, it's totally fine, but nothing more than that. I'm not very cuddly. Back off. I don't like to be touched. Don't try. It makes me put on my awkward sweater pretty darn fast if ya feel me on that one. It's fine. Once upon a time I had a friend discover this about me, and he may or may not have found some sadistic pleasure in watching me put on my awkward sweater. So knowing my secret and being himself, he held one finger on my shoulder as I tried to tell an awesome story. I couldn't do it. I couldn't finish the awesomeness because the awkwardness was too overpowering. It was highly frustrating. I don't know where this little vent session came from exactly; don't worry about it. I think that I was holding in all of these feelings of animosity towards people who touch me unnecessarily. Like that time my co-worker, (who I love, just for the record) decided to wipe her sweaty hands on my face. Awesome sauce. I'm still convulsing in the corner. It's fine. Or that time that we were at the Grand and all of these girls were in the mood to cuddle... and it did not end well. Oh! Oh! Oh!! And I hate having to pretend that I'm good with being touched... you know, for those random social situations that require cuddling... (It happens. Don't judge.) Holy St. Francis. I have assumed the awkward position just writing all of this! You know, the hunched shoulders, and slightly awkward grimace look on the face. It's totally fine. I guess I just had to make this little realization public. It feels so much better to get it all out in the open. Just don't judge me. Or touch me. Thank you, and goodnight.