call me weird…

call me weird… November 30, 2011

… I loathe shaking hands. How did this practice come about, but more importantly, how do I repeatedly refuse a hand shake? If I keep telling people I have a cold they’re going to wonder about my chronic illness and suggest I be quarantined.

Seriously though, after I have introduced myself to someone and made polite eye contact and niceties I see no need to extend my greeting to include bodily contact with a stranger. Why do we feel we need to touch each other?

Deliver me, Oh Lord, from clammy hands, limp fish, sweaty palms, and that finger grabbing hand shake.

Oh, don’t mind me. I’m just venting because I’m in a foul mood.

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