on non consensual shoulder hugging

and being saved by a shining light of humanity

How do you meet people?

How do you choose who to meet?

Actually, do you have any real control over this at all?

A former colleague once told me that we meet people for a reason, a season or a lifetime.

I struggled with this a lot. Take my wife for example. I met her for a reason: I needed someone to warm my bed.

I met her for a season as well - winter.

And with a reason and a season under our belts, we’re still working on the ‘lifetime’ part.

So far, it’s been good enough to keep going.

What more can you ask for really?

I met Sergei for a reason. The brake lines on my truck gave out.

When he arrived at the Unbowleavable lanes, he was greeted by cheers, fist bumping and non consensual hugging.

I was so happy to see him, I almost knocked him into next week with my enthusiasm.

NOTE: if you ever meet me, start shouting I DO NOT CONSENT TO A HUG as I’m going to assume consent and just fucking hug you. Don’t like it? Avoid me. I’m a non-consensual hugger. No might mean no but I’m not taking no for a…