#60

I think I was like this once upon a time. then I befriended a bunch of people who literally hug EVERYONE. Now I cannot get enough of that sweet, sweet hugging. After hanging out with one of them I went to meet another unhuggy friend at the pub, as I walked towards him I forgot myself for a moment and I flung open my arms wide to greet him, he looked aghast.

#61

my family isn’t really reserved at all, it’s not a social awkwardness thing (i don’t think)

just don’t do hugs. maybe at a wedding, or if someone has died you’ll get a cuddle. makes it seem weird when i meet up with friends who want a hug every time they see you.

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#62

my parents are exactly the same. one is the most beyond passive chilled out person i’ll ever meet, and the other is in a constant state or war-like readiness over everything.

and yeah, I think it reflects in me a lot. i think i’m quite relaxed about stuff in general, but get really stubborn and overly involved in certain things that I care about a lot.

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#63

A sense of social justice.

Potatoes with everything.

#64

If I see you in Oxford next week I’m going to give you a big awkward hug.

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#65

I shook my dad’s hand on his birthday a few years back. Almost cringed myself to death.

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#66

my dad’s genuinely upset if there are no potatoes with dinner

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#67

The wife used to be like that because her dad has an over-reliance on spuds.

Took a while for me to wean her off mash every other meal like

#68

This sounds like my parents

My mum would find and go through my homework while i was in bed, and if i made any mistakes she’d make me correct them in the morning. Never mind that the teacher would be telling us the answers later that day - it was unacceptable for others to know I’d got something wrong. If i refused to correct them she’d say “well I’ll do it then”, which would always make me do it out of embarrassment

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#69

Insecurity, a desire for constant cuddles, and ott sensitivity

Edit: I hate reading that some of you guys weren’t hugged much as kids. I hugged all the time. It’s great. But then again, I’m now 26 and the TV and I still cuddle plush toys in bed.

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#70

Yep. Hence i am no fan of the hug…

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#71

I get a lot of this too.

Did great in GCSE Maths, English and Science but was asked to explain my D in RE.

Got my first job and had to declare my salary and career progression plans.

Rang to tell them about the 4 promotions I’ve had in recent years and they reacted like I’d told them I’d done some laundry.

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#72

I’m 33 and currently sitting in bed with a plushie. My excuse is I’m sick, but tbh it’s just really nice to be able to hug something really tight regardless.

#73

yay

yeah, we err, have 5 pusheen toys and counting in the bed

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#74

I collected plush toys well into my teens (still make an occasional impulse purchase but back then my plush toy habit was out of control) maybe this is the reason

#76

Being absolutely and meticulously on time for everything. My old man absolutely drilled this in from a young age. “Never EVER be late because you’re saying that your time is more important than someone else’s”. I get ripped for it regularly but, he’s right.

Swearing. My parents swear like nobody’s business. You can guarantee any time we meet up it’s going to be astonishingly foul-mouthed. People can’t believe I speak to my Mum the way I do.

Dark humour. Grew up in a household where absolutely nothing was off limits for a gag being made about it. Still trying to work out if this is a good or a bad thing.

I’m basically a composite of my Dad’s twatty characteristics and my Mum’s irritating characteristics. Great combo…

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#77

not voting tory

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#78

Same here

#79

Using bread to soak up excess gravy.

Not opening important looking bits of mail.

Reinforcing a point to my kids half a dozen times when I’m ticked off, even though they got it first time around.

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#80

Talking to myself (sometimes quite long conversations while driving),. Really grates that I do this because it drove me mad when my mum did it.

Wine with every meal that’s not breakfast.

Treat a dodgy tum with a glass of Pol Roger (which we fondly refer to as Andrew’s Liver Salts).

Swearing like a navvy.