Hugless

New Random Task

Operation Hugless: for the school newspaper I write for, we have a column called 7 Days of Suffering. I've always wanted to do it and never have. My fault is I try to find a convenient time to go without something-sort of against the point. So this time I volunteered and plunged into suffering before I could think about how inconvenient it would be.

The task came out to be: no hugs... little friendly contact at all really, but especially no hugs.

You may laugh, but this truly is suffering for me and probably for you too. I honestly think if a person went long enough without friendly touch, they would dive into depression or their whole aura would change. Someone should study that...

Anyway, so here are the first few days:

March 8
DAY ONE: I hate this. I feel so rude when a comrade approaches, arms open wide, and I have to push them away saying, "No hugs." I was doing pretty well until I was talking with my friend after lunch. I was happy, in a good mood, feeling pleasant--I mean c'mon. I was filled with food. And she had kindly shared her rice and orange chicken with me, one of my favorites. Finally, we had to part and head to class. Five long seconds. I didn't realize I was hugging her that whole time. Can you believe it? That's a really long time. Go ahead, count it out. It's like placing your hand on the burner for five seconds. I didn't notice a thing. Finally another friend decided add another layer to the cake and encircle us both. Then I realized my forgetfulness. "Oh, no!" I practically screamed and my friend did too when she realized she had half-caused my downfall. Strike one.

March 9
DAY TWO: At the end of the day, you've survived, you part from school and your friends, and you head off to prepare for the next one. What I'm trying to say is, the end of school is when I usually receive and give the most hugs to thank them for being a part of my day. So today, after school I had to turn down six hugs within a time span of five minutes. It was agonizing, I hit myself every time. Especially when I hadn't seen my friend in five days and an attractive guy had come to visit. I did have another strike, though. I went to see a musical and a guy friend of mine did an incredible job in it. I call him Prince Charming, so you can guess that when I saw him, all thought of restraint had fled.