Hey there my li’l world. I’m not yet dead so you have to struggle tolerating me more. So now I guess I can start giving excuses to neglect my spot. But I guess I might write that in another blog because that is a long list! Let’s delay it.
Well it’s been 3 and a half months that I graduated from school. And now I finally got an admission In B.Tech. IT first year. Sounds heavy but trust me… it’s not. But whatever it is, I’m glad that this one big cloud of tensions and continuous arguments I had with my parents about my admission is over.
But it’s been one month that I’ve been roaming around the city and enjoying myself with friends. But missing my best friend, my sister. But the blog is not about it! The blog is about me. A hugger who is never hugged. That is so damn annoying when I meet someone with open arms and that someone just gives a hand. Huh!
Yes. It was when I met one of my very good friends after, ummm… 5 months. I went to her with open arms almost running and she stood still with one of her hands towards me to greet me. Goshh… it was a mixed feeling. I was embarrassed and felt like a jerk for a moment and shook my hand.
Same was when I met two very nice of my girl friends after my school graduation. I went to hug them n they just hi fived. Aagggghhhhhrrr….. It feels really bad. Never mind! That’s what I feel. No one has to feel the way I do. No issues.
But I would want to end this with statements that even if you are not a hugger, please hug the one who is a hugger. The one who craves for a hug feels really bad about it.