When I got home from church, I walked inside and (naturally) opened the pantry. My 15 year old brother (whom I hadn't seen in four days) comes up behind me and gives me a hug. Then immediately I throw his arms off me and tell him to go away.
For some reason I was so turned off.
After he walks away, my mom looks at me and says, "Kendra, he was just trying to give you a hug... Back to your old self again, huh?"
(OLD joke in the family, before Tyler -- "Kendra hates being touched. She'll never be able to handle being married.")
And, no. It's not that I hate being touched. I just hate being touched in any affectionate way (brother-like or NOT) by someone bigger than me who isn't a significant other. It's just weird to me unless I'm the one to initiate it.
I didn't mean that. That last paragraph was wrong. And it probably came across wrong.
What I meant was -- I don't mind being touched. I like hugs. I'm huggable. Anyone (friends, family, etc.) can hug me and I'm completely fine with it. Seriously. BUT -- Mathew will just touch me or come up behind me to scare me as an utter and complete JOKE. And that's what I thought he was doing. He'll just be silly and creepy just for fun because he's my little brother. And a complete dork that walks around the house half-naked 90% of the time.
Half-naked, meaning... shirtless.
He's weird. And half-naked more than half the time.
But I love him.
Anyway, so that's what my family means when they say, "Kendra hates being touched."
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