- Vol. 04
- Chapter 05
As I arrive you reach out to hug me. Eyes down, I sidestep, fiddling with my coat I mutter, Hi, sorry, got to nip to the… and I flee to the bathroom, the safety of seclusion. Yet I want to be here, to be sociable to see people and engage in chitter chatter.
I discover inconspicuous is a lot harder than I thought. Others approach ready to hug greetings. Feeling brittle and gawky, I stop them at arm's length by picking up my bag. Brain-fog clouds my consciousness, I struggle to focus, to relax and enjoy the company I sought out.
I need a little time to mentally thaw out. When I do I know I’ll want those hugs, that physical connection to others. But not at the start. I need them a little further in. Perhaps if I could begin in the middle and work my way back to the start?