I’m going to comment on my own post, despite it being against the rules of propriety.
The last time I hugged the person I still want to hug the most was in 2010. Before she died.
It’s not that I keep a torch lit for her, but that I want to tell her all the amazing things her kids are doing. And give her a hug.
That’s rough buddy
A few minutes ago maybe. She’s still asleep next to me.
I last hugged my parents years ago. One died in 2019 and the other passed away recently. I feel aimlessly empty thinking of all the missed opportunities and the fact I am like a bird without a warm perch now.
Hugged my wife like 10 minutes ago when she was waking up.
Keep a hold of that, and her.
Let her out occasionally for food and bathroom breaks.
Will do o7
Over 4 years ago :(
Yesterday, but I’ll do it again as soon as she wakes up.
Yesterday. My mom came to visit.
about two weeks ago
This morning :)
Last night.
There isn’t any someone I want to be hugging.
It’s a nonsensical concept.
Closeness…?
you require sufficiently-related identity/ego underlying you, for that.
People who are too different, one cannot be close with, obviously
( extreme case is when prejudice is between people, but the underlying principle holds much more solidly than just-that-case )
I’m not putting this here for any “pity”: I’m putting this here so that if there’s any other person who’s in the destroy-unconscious-ignorance-no-matter-the-cost kind of life, that they can see what happens, when one keeps going.
Eventually you reach a condition where collaboration with others still is entirely possible, but “belonging” has become gone.
Keep going: they integrity one can earn, the conquering of one’s own unconscious-mind, it is worth it.
Some might relate it to being a time-traveler: one’ll never fit-in, in the people one lives among, but it is itself, not any fiction thing.
Cracking one’s unconscious is sooo far outside what “acceptable people” do, that … if you go far enough, then you … are just too different.
Divergeance is fine, though, so long as living is fine.
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I choose this person as the recipient of my hug. I got you bro
Sheldon wrote this.
It seems this person never existed, or died without telling me beforehand. Nobody’s special.
