A Little Cuddle Time
We live in a world tainted by technology. Cell phones and computers, instant messaging and text messaging, chat sites and myspace accounts. We are so removed from human contact we are now using the internet to shop, pay bills, and find prospective partners. A person can go days, even weeks, without actually speaking to another human being. In this atmosphere teeming with the capability to take care of everything expediently, we are even multi-tasking friendship.
I have come to the conclusion this compartmentalization of relationships is one of our biggest problems. How can you ever really get to know someone from the ten shorthand words which appear on the full color cell phone screen you justified buying because it’s the only way you communicate with people?
Every once in awhile, you just need some cuddle time.
We continuously ignore the need for a piece of semi-intimate human connection. The yearning for an amalgamation of souls, no matter how short the period of time. And I don’t mean sex. When you crave sex it’s a pursuit of a carnal desire, for passion and physical pleasure and sweat and intensity. Cuddle time fulfills a need for connection and caring and safety, an internal bond. It’s the longing to feel the pressure of someone’s body on top of mine, to have arms wrapped around me, to feel body heat and the warmth of someone’s breath on the back of my neck. To simply have someone hold me. This is not about our animalistic need to procreate; it’s the need to feel protected, sheltered from the harsh world that consumes us.
And what’s so wrong with that?
I am resolved its the utter lack of cuddle time which leads to dysfunctional relationships, bad breakups, and the absence of self respect so many of us are attempting to acquire. Yet, for some reason, its much easier to ask for physical fulfillment then it is to request a few moments of intimate connection
Why is it easier to let someone in our bed then it is to let them in our hearts?
As we all know, women intrinsically associate sex with intimacy, and therefore love. And I am slowly (and painfully) coming to find that no matter how hard you try to disassociate the two, it is practically impossible. My body is undeniably connected to my heart and my mind; so by letting someone into one aspect of my being, they are going to, sooner or later, permeate the other aspects of my life. This is an undeniable fact. And although friends with benefits is a wonderful idea in theory, the execution tends to get complicated; leaving one, or both people involved hurt and cheapened.
And yet, we are almost expected to enter into acrimonious relationships where communication is non-existent and there is an overabundance of unfulfilled expectations, misunderstandings, and grueling heartbreak. So our caustic response to this no-win situation is to use sex as an impediment to love, treating love as an excessive emotion and fleeing at the first glimpse. However, we end up leaving behind the one thing we desire, almost instinctively, a relationship.
Relationship is a funny word. One with many, sometimes convoluted, meanings. Relationship: the state of being related or interrelated. Related: connected by some understood relationship. Connection: a bond or link. Bond: to become firmly united.
To become firmly united. This is the missing piece. The simple, and yet possibly unachievable, key to unlocking the door. Its what I’ve been searching so hard to find. To be united, bonded, connected, to have a relationship. My never-ending pursuit of happiness. Now happiness is achievable. It all comes down to authentic human contact.
And what better place to start than cuddling?
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