Close contact with other people can be one of the greatest pleasures in life.
Close contact with other people can be one of the creepiest experiences in life.
I'm a hugger. I hug my family. I hug my friends. I am quite affectionate and, usually, I really like people.
I don't like the inappropriate hug. I don't like the person behind me in the checkout lane who gets close enough to bang my foot with their shopping cart. I don't like people who breach the my space/your space boundary at my desk. I prefer you to keep your distance at the ATM. Please, keep your child at your table when eating out. If you're going to come by my house, a courtesy call announcing your intention prior to your arrival would be most appreciated; otherwise, I will porch* you.
I recently saw a lovely graphical representation of these kinds of social blunders. I have printed several wallet-sized versions so that I will be able to quickly hand them to the guilty. For your viewing pleasure, I have added one here.
If you are one of the guilty people, stop it. If you're not sure, hug me. If you get a card, you are one of those people. If you don't get a card, hug me again.
*porch; v. the act of stepping out of one's house and onto the porch in order to keep an unannounced visitor from entering.