Sometimes we talk about the 5 love languages … words, time, gifts, service, and touch. At first, we laughed at the idea of touch being one of my love languages – it isn’t. I do not show love through touch. I am anti-touch. When people touch me, I wither in the other direction and try to get away.
Which is weird, you see. Because, not many people in my life were around for this, but when I was in kindergarten, I was a hugger. In fact, I was known for it. Every day after class, I would hug each person and give an especially long hug to the boy I liked. In fact, I was a big hugger all throughout my younger years. I don’t remember when my wariness began.
I have also noticed the extreme affirmation I receive from touch. Like… if I haven’t been hugged in over a couple days – I know. At the same time, I am hyper-aware of someone touching me. The way you would feel if someone tackled you down in a hug? That’s how I feel when someone touches my shoulder. I’m generally uncomfortable around touchy people.
I wonder why. Why does God make us different? Why am I so awful with touch? I know there is this part of me that loves when people play with my hair. But I am hyper-aware of it. I’m like extreme opposites. I NEED touch for survival but it also makes me feel EXTREMELY uncomfortable (see awful picture of me :p).
My “love language” is time, without a doubt. I LOVE spending time with people and that is how I know people like me. I cannot survive on anything else alone – at least a phone call or skyping me… time time time. :)
Am I alone in this touch problem? What do you guys think about touch? I want to know! Or better yet – what is your love language? Words? Time? Gifts? Service? Or Touch?