Curious.... Very Curious....

Alrighty, so it's like 3 am right about now, and I'm not tired. It’s good to be back, I kinda enjoy this sort of thing. As I am constantly trying to find things to spend my time doing, to fight off that monster that is sleep, I find myself falling back on an old habit. Unfortunately, this habit seems to be reading fanfiction. Fanfiction, for those of you who don't know, is essentially writing for people with creativity, but not enough to make up much by themselves. This particular story I am reading tonight has to deal with the typical cliché Harry Potter fanfictions topics such as him becoming smart all of a sudden because of one thing. I then come across a section after HP cuts a death eater's head in half with a scythe. I thought it was pretty badass. He didn't. So he and Ron and Hermione are hugging to comfort his pussyness and this war written: "What did surprise him, though, was Ron, who put his arm around his and Hermione's shoulders, pressing his head against theirs and tightening the group hug. They set aside the macho confidence and the teen shyness at the contact of another man."

Now what confuses me here is this section here.... : "They set aside the macho confidence and the teen shyness at the contact of another man." Does this mean that they have never hugged a man in their life? That displaying affection for the same gender is somehow wrong?

I suppose the object of this blog would be the diminishing importance of friendly or loving acts. For instance, I myself am a relatively affectionate person. I like to hug all the time and I thrive on that. I tell people I love them all the time. I compliment whoever I see fit to compliment, no matter what. This is not exclusive to me, as I have seen this in many people. In the story I have been reading, every single romantic down to a hug or holding a hand has had incredible significance, simply because they don't do that sort of thing I guess. Everything just seemed to be ground breaking, shattering. I was watching King of the Hill the other night, and the same thing happened. Bobby and Connie held hands for the first time and, to them, it was the best thing that ever happened to them, like they just had sex or something. Now I don't know about you, but I hold hands with people all the time and its not as good as sex.

With our constant displays of affection, when our hugs or compliments or words of comfort are supposed to matter, does it? Many people say that my generation is a generation who constantly over-reacts, one to exaggerate. With our "exaggeration" of friendly gestures and the like, does it actually make them unimportant? What happens when the phrase, "I Love You" becomes insignificant and obsolete, those incredibly meaningful words lost in the swampy depths that is common language, never to be returned to their original, life-affirming glory.

Just something I was thinking about. Don't know if it has much validity though.