Recently, I laughed at a guy who yelled out at a happy hour “What is your love language?” (It was really funny when it happened.) But, as so many things do, it got me thinking.
I know what several other people’s love language is, but I wasn’t sure about mine. Seems like I would. Then, in another odd conversation about the same topic with someone else, they mentioned that they ‘knew’ my love language was touch. What? Touch? No way – not me. I don’t like to be touched by many people. My family knows this and so do my friends. So, that comment made me wonder what they knew - about me - that I didn’t.
So, as I’m prone to do, I thought about it for a few days. And I realized something I didn’t before. I DO like to be touched! I really do! But only by certain people.
I have to admit that once I’m at a comfort level with someone where I feel content to snuggle on the couch or lay my head on their shoulder, I’m comfortable enough to share things with them. It made sense that touch is the key to my opening up about all the other intimate things that people share when they’re ‘close.’
If I hadn’t been told by someone else, I would have never come to that by myself.
So, maybe my laughing at the silly guy at happy hour got me one step closer to myself.
Heh heh. Who knew?