Embarrassing confession time
I have a complex about handshaking.
Some years ago, I developed a bad habit of clasping the hand I'm offered with both hands, which is basically the handshake that only crooked politicians and I use. I suppose it was some sort of an after effect of the human touch deprivation I went through in Japan. So when I'm offered a hand to shake, I try to concentrate on just shaking it, and most of the time my left hand still shoots out to join in.
Another reason for my complex is that some time I also developed an obsession about secret handshakes. I'm extremely fascinated by those intricate series of clasps, wiggles and fist bumps, and often I have fantasies about them bordering on erotic. So when I'm offered a hand to shake, I'm also always terrified of unwittingly making it weird.
Some years ago, I developed a bad habit of clasping the hand I'm offered with both hands, which is basically the handshake that only crooked politicians and I use. I suppose it was some sort of an after effect of the human touch deprivation I went through in Japan. So when I'm offered a hand to shake, I try to concentrate on just shaking it, and most of the time my left hand still shoots out to join in.
Another reason for my complex is that some time I also developed an obsession about secret handshakes. I'm extremely fascinated by those intricate series of clasps, wiggles and fist bumps, and often I have fantasies about them bordering on erotic. So when I'm offered a hand to shake, I'm also always terrified of unwittingly making it weird.