Hugs!

And I'm giving away so many hugs that it's wrong. It's like I'm secretly hoping that the sheer volume of hugs that I give away to the guys in camp will compensate for the fact that I haven't been hugging any females for the past two years-mothers not included. That is really sad, and it makes me feel sad when I think of how I probably will not be able to exchange real hugs for the next one and a half years, unless happy chance decides to intervene and plonks an opportunity to discover a member of the opposite sex really really well. Then, we could maybe exchange hugs and things could be right and fuzzy-like on our insides.

But, unless happy chance decides to visit, exchanging proper hugs to elicit happy feelings will not happen in the next one and a half year. Not when I am spending at least one hundred and twenty hours out of a hundred and sixty eight hours a week with guys.

Oh, and I'm going to keep listening to happy songs because they help make things feel right.