I don’t like to be touched.
Well, to be more specific, I prefer genuine affection, which, in my opinion, does not generally include hugs-as-greetings.
Meh. I’m just being sullen. Well, it’s mostly true that I don’t like affection, but I can stomach it because it’s the norm. Just know I’m inwardly squirming.
I want to visit home. It’s only been about a month and a half, but I need a breather. I should have taken a small break after graduation, but my HarperOne internship begins immediately after all the graduation hullabaloo this weekend. That was my own scheduling mishap. (I really wanted to use the word “boner” but eh.)
As it stands, it looks like I won’t visit LA until perhaps July.