So the other day, Marina et moi had a hug that lasted twenty minutes, in the middle of the playground. We got stared at, laughed at, things thrown at us, and shouted at, with girls whispering to each other and pointing. It does quiet amaze me how people frown upon a little bit of happiness, or turn it into something sexual, which it was not. We're about to leave Beaulieu forever, we've only got a few months left in Jersey together, and we're trying to cling on to every last moment we have left. Go spread love the world says, but when you do, you get made to feel like you've done something completely wrong.
On a better note, we got people talking - apparently a whole class were being entertained by the hug, but more importantly, we got some people smiling. So what the hell is so wrong with a hug that makes people smile and perhaps ultimately makes them feel a little better or happier, even for a second? Does it really matter how long a damn hug lasts for? It only lasted that long because the sun was shining and we couldn't be bothered to move, having normal conversation and "lets see how long we can hug for and see people's reactions".
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This is worthy of national new i say!
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