Snuggles. Snuggling. Cuddlefests. Bear Hugs. Spooning.
These are things that I love to do. Correction. Loved to do. I don't know, I'm sure I still love to do these things, but a lack of opportunity to do them has left me feeling... detached. On an island. In a bubble. Or maybe I just deprioritized it??
Late last year (fall and winter), as temperatures dropped and as I became more aware of my new circumstances, I craved physical touch. In a huge way. I noticed that I was going days and days without any physical interaction with another person. I became strangely empathetic to the residents of the Skilled Nursing Facility I worked in, wondering how often they received a touch. Not when they were getting changed or fed or cleaned up, but a hand reassuringly on the back or a hug even. It was pretty depressing
My craving for physical touch is eventually what led me back to activity. I knew that if I went to Crossfit after work, someone was going to hug me. My coach, one of my friends-- someone. I would get a quick 1 to 3 second embrace that would carry me through the next 24-48 hours. Then I was introduced to yoga--- Zuda to be specific-- where they have assistants that come around during practice and touch you. Sometimes they help you work through a pose, but sometimes they come by and give you a little rub down. For pretty much all of December and January I found myself at Crossfit or Zuda every day of the week. If I missed a day-- it's because I would be seeing a friend and could count on a hug there.
When I think back to this, part of me (the mean, judgmental part) thinks: how pathetic. I craved touch so badly that I was willing to pay people to touch me. Not that way... but... you know. In platonic, exercise related ways. Another part of me is pretty proud of the fact that I found a way to get what I wanted (physical touch) while incorporating what I needed (physical activity, community, purpose, routine...).
Things are a little different today. Granted I am still working out anywhere from 3-6 days per week at Crossfit (uh... I haven't seen the inside of Zuda studio in a few months), but I'm not seeking out physical touch anymore. Sure, there are times when I'm at home, late at night, and think "wow, it'd be really nice to have someone to snuggle up to while watching a movie." But that thought doesn't happen very often. I don't crave physical touch anymore like I used to. And I'm not sure if it's because I've created a personal space bubble or if it's just because it's not a priority like before. And these are the thoughts and theories that popped into my head, dying for attention at 3:00am yesterday...
The Bubble Theory-- by creating a personal space bubble I'm insulating myself against potential future hurt. This could also be why I avoid dating and socializing outside of my current network of friends.
The Other Theory-- maybe I've come to a point where I'm becoming more ok with myself. I'm not looking for comfort from the outside to let me know that I'm ok-- I
know that I'm ok and I
know I've come a long way. I don't need someone else's physical touch to validate that (or me).
The Truth-- it's probably a mixture of both theories.
What it all means-- Probably nothing. Maybe something. I guess it's just interesting how life changes. How needs change. In Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs, there are 5 basic needs we have as human beings:
physiological (breathing, paleo food, good wine/tequila, sex, homeostasis, etc.),
safety (security of resources, employment, decent wi-fi, health, family, etc.),
love/belonging (sexual intimacy, friendships, family, etc.),
esteem (confidence, achievement, respect, Olympic lifting PRs, etc.), and
self -actualization (morality, creativity, blogging with semi-regularity, etc.). Okay, maybe I interpret Maslow's Hierarchy a little bit different than most, but the 5 needs are true to his Hierarchy. And maybe because I didn't feel safety, love/belonging, esteem or self-actualization last year (and was uninterested in my physiological needs), I subconsciously focused on the one thing that meant the most to me at the time-- love/belonging-- not realizing that in searching for love/belonging, I would fulfill my other basic needs in new and exciting ways.
Whoa. Did that just come out of me?