#fluffywuffy

Never thought the strength of an honest hug is that strong.

*Not in physical context*

No wonder I don’t do them often. When the timing is right, the dose is so potent that it’s not just for the person, it hit me as well.

I got shot in my own feels getting myself of “why not ?” to enjoy a free hug & “Have a good day.” greeting from a stranger in the street.

For the fun of it; Well it turned out darn better than fun.

It was at the point where my heavy slowdays this week went fleetingly lighter.

The load is still here. But some aura medium–whatever you call it, it’s honest, which turned out to be fluffy & your nerves felt sparks of recharge.

Just when you thought they could’ve be there for sake of ANZAC Celebration today. *Maybe*

Who knows. Who knows.

I don’t do them because I never know whether a person is ready for one. *of course*

But, these really important notes:

I appreciate receiving each & every of everyone’s hugs.

You’re actually willing to literally hugging a tree log(me) as I don’t know how to react to hugs. Waw.

If you want, present a signal for me.

I may be saving my hugs for right timings of needing one so much and not trying to invade your bubble of space as much as possible.