Enemies shake hands. Bear hugging your enemy is not always the wiser of ideas, because you don’t know where he’s hiding his Swiss or his revolver. Handshaking keeps a distance at which enemies can eye their rival, and keep tabs on the other’s position.
And a handshake as a genuine greeting between brothers is unfortunate and awkward. They’re either enemies or they haven’t yet reached friendship status – saddening either way. Embracing is one of the most apparent signs of trust.
Still, handshakes are great and I love them. But what’s scary is that I’m uninformed of the whereabouts and whatabouts and howabouts of hands. Or whose blood might be on them. I have shaken far too many hands.
I should put more thought into a handshake. Or maybe I shouldn’t, just to stay sane.