the hesitation waltz

n. the act of deciding whether to give a departing acquaintance a hug or a handshake, calculated by measuring your relative orbits, how long it takes your signals to bounce back, and the proximity of a close friend who just gave them a hug, whose massive gravitational force could slingshot you into a long-distance wave.

Long story short, I hugged everyone - because of course, right? But mostly because culminations are tough. I mean the very word culmination implies some epic experience, and then maybe bells, and whistles, and a fat lady singing in the end.

The whole shebang.

Even now post-bang the culmination afterglow is sulking somewhere between my bellybutton and my guts, and it literally feels like I’m trying to grow an extra pair of hands right there, to reach and clutch onto the epic experience. <’Maybe if it pull hard enough, it won’t make it to The Culmination, you know?’> It already did. Obviously.

I guess what I’m trying to say is thanks, NG, it’s been real.