Today is national hug a bear day. I’m assuming that means a stuffed one. When I woke up this morning, I had no desire to hug a (presumably stuffed) bear? Stu-pid.
Then, I went to my dance aerobics class. It’s my attempt to fight with Mother Time ⏳to keep myself from becoming a “Menopausal Mass.” At one point, we were told to pick a partner. I turned to the woman behind me.
Little did I know what happened in the next few seconds would change my hug-needs. For as I turned to her, she dissed me big time! She pretended not to see me and looked over my head searching for anybody but me to pair up with! She “saw” someone at the front of the room and quickly crossed away!
I quickly paired up with another gal and we did the exercise. I didn’t think anything of it. I finished the class exhilarated at keeping my fitness promise to myself.
“As I was driving🚙 home, I realized I was still stung. I kinda wished I had a bear to hug.”
Or the adult version of one. It’s funny, how even as adults, people still play these playground games. Why?
I don’t know why but since that behavior exists, maybe we should each seek out a hug today. Or better yet, give one. To a real person instead of a stuffed 🐻bear.
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