The thing about greeting people

It's easy for me to feel awkward. I don't know, maybe I have asperger's or something. Really, though, some greetings aren't exactly my favorites. For example...

Hand-shaking
-It feels kind of forced, if you ask me. Plus, it's not the most comfortable gesture; well, to me, anyway. My hands are always cold; I feel like every time I shake someone's hand I have to apologize.
Peck
-I don't get why adults give each other a peck on the cheek. Eh, I wish I had more to say on this. Bottom line, I don't understand it.
Saying "good-bye"
-I hardly ever say good-bye. I usually say, "See ya later." Good-bye makes me feel like I'll never see that person again. Like most people, I hate saying good-bye. I'll say just "bye" every now and then, but "good-bye" seems too...final, you know?

However, some greetings are great:

Hugs
-I LOVE HUGS. End of story.
Hand shakes
-Yes, they seem (I don't want to say gay) childish, but that'd be quite fun to be involved in a 'secret handshake' between a friend and myself. Friendship bracelets, however, is where I draw the line; I'm too grown-up for that, sorry.
High-fives
-They're just awesome. I feel energized after one. It's funny when you miss, but a friend of mine told me that, if you just look at the other person's elbow, you'll never miss.

Loud and clear

I'm just so sick of people.
Everyone talking to you, you can tell when they don't mean it.
Just their smartass sarcastic tone.
You know they want you to say something stupid.
Every word that comes out of your mouth becomes their gossip.
You become a target.
Your words become darts.

At this point, I don't even know if people are actually talking about me.
Or if it's just all in my screwed-up head.
I've heard it too many times before.
It's almost like I expect people to be talking shit about me.

I'm so sick of the stares.
I'm so sick of the giggling.
I'm so sick of hearing my name.
I hate hearing my name.
For all I know,
That's me they're staring at.
That's me they're giggling at.
That's my name they're trying to whisper.

Let me tell you something,
I can hear you loud and clear.
But I also hear what other people have to say.
And, trust me, it is not good.

These people don't like you.
These people want to see you suffer.
These people have been giving you hell since the day they knew your name.
These people make you out to be a joke.
Way to go; you're just as bad as them.

Sweet dreams tonight.