How A Hug Lasts Forever
Jul. 12th, 2006 09:53 amA friend of mine remarked the other day how I really like touching people physically. Everytime I meet a friend, I'll give them a hug. Before they leave me, I give them a hug. I don't really touch people otherwise normally, but on occasion I do love a good cuddle with the people I trust most.
So this morning I was dwelling on this, and I remembered something that happened to me in my first year in Halifax.
I was walking down South Park St. on my way to Spring Garden Rd, passing the front of an apartment block (Haligonians will probably know what I'm talking about), and walking towards me were a group of adolescent girls. They couldn't have been older than fourteen. I don't know how to gauge age anymore.
One of the girls looked like the "different" one of the group. She wasn't talking to them, just walking with them. I wouldn't say she was differently-abled, but I got the feel of it from her. Mostly because she was the one walking right in front of me, and when I moved to the side to let her pass, she moved in front of me.
I moved to the left, she followed suit. Right, and she still blocked me.
You could tell it was done on purpose, judging by the smile on her face. I don't know why she did that - maybe just to aggravate. Maybe just to see me try to push her aside.
But it was clear she was going to block my path, so I threw my arms around her into a hug.
Her friend burst out into laughter, but she hugged me back and when I let her go, I think I patted her on the head and said something to the effect of "have a nice day." Or maybe I didn't say anything. This all happened in the space of a few seconds.
While they walked away, I heard her friends say, "that was awesome!" and in two seconds I hear running steps towards me.
I turned around, and she was bolting towards me with her arms wide open, so I opened my arms too, and she hugged me tightly. I hugged her back, and then she stepped back, grinned at me and ran back to her friends.
I never met her again.
So this morning I was dwelling on this, and I remembered something that happened to me in my first year in Halifax.
I was walking down South Park St. on my way to Spring Garden Rd, passing the front of an apartment block (Haligonians will probably know what I'm talking about), and walking towards me were a group of adolescent girls. They couldn't have been older than fourteen. I don't know how to gauge age anymore.
One of the girls looked like the "different" one of the group. She wasn't talking to them, just walking with them. I wouldn't say she was differently-abled, but I got the feel of it from her. Mostly because she was the one walking right in front of me, and when I moved to the side to let her pass, she moved in front of me.
I moved to the left, she followed suit. Right, and she still blocked me.
You could tell it was done on purpose, judging by the smile on her face. I don't know why she did that - maybe just to aggravate. Maybe just to see me try to push her aside.
But it was clear she was going to block my path, so I threw my arms around her into a hug.
Her friend burst out into laughter, but she hugged me back and when I let her go, I think I patted her on the head and said something to the effect of "have a nice day." Or maybe I didn't say anything. This all happened in the space of a few seconds.
While they walked away, I heard her friends say, "that was awesome!" and in two seconds I hear running steps towards me.
I turned around, and she was bolting towards me with her arms wide open, so I opened my arms too, and she hugged me tightly. I hugged her back, and then she stepped back, grinned at me and ran back to her friends.
I never met her again.