brothers gotta HUG! (or do they?)

aww, man, I had to go to my cousin's wedding tonight. cool, a fun-filled family event, right?

nay. weddings have reception lines. which means I had to face the horrifying moment of truth: handshake or hug?

my own sense of personal space steers me towards the handshake every time, but sometimes you just know the situation calls for a hug...but in case you have not experienced the full Katie weirdness, hugs with me are awk.ward! I can't help it! Hugs mostly turn into this weird a-frame side-hug thing, and I can't help but pat the other person's back when I feel that the hug has invaded my personal space for long enough, all "back pat means let go, back pat means let go, BACK PAT MEANS LET GO!" Plus I'm short, so there's this weird height factor that I haven't figured out how to compensate for yet...

the worst part of this particulary reception line was my uncle(?), whom I haven't seen in 10 years. he used to be my favorite uncle, but in the past 10 years has divorced my aunt and been revealed as a total abusive asshole. but...he was my favorite uncle, and he wasn't an asshole to me. so... handshake or hug? do I still call him uncle, or has he been stripped of the title? in the end we did both the handshake and the quick hug, which I think covered all stages of our relationship, from favorite uncle to I-will-probably-never-see-you-again-in-this-life-but-thanks-for-that-Christmas-present-when-I-was-six person.


they should teach hugging ettiquette along with driver's ed in school. so complex, yet so useful.