Free Hugs
This video made me sob like a baby. Sad sobbing, happy sobbing. Not even sure how it triggered the downpour. Something about how afraid we all are so much of the time. Distrustful, isolated, cynical.
In particular, we're so afraid to touch. Afraid that people are lechers who'll steal something from us, pickpockets, mentally ill. No question, I sometimes fall prey to this, too. Though I'd absolutely hug someone with a "Free Hugs" sign. As long as they didn't push religious literature on me.
This also reminds me of a documentary I saw years ago about middle-class women who'd been dumped by their husbands for younger women. They talked about wanting to be desired, just longing to be touched. They banded together and hugged each other.
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I cried too. For the past several Memorial Days we have seen the same man wearing a shirt that reads "Have you hugged an Ex-POW today?" and every year he seems surprised when I hug and thank him. Guess I should mention....haven't seen anyone else hug him. If you see him - hug him!
Thanks for sharing the hugs!
Yay! I'm glad you blogged it!
Don't you love that kind of happy/sad/'profundity of life' cry? I do.
Free hugs for everyone!
jen
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