I am experiencing a god-awful craving for closeness.
A need to touch and be touched. Held. Cared for.
It’s a creepy sensation. Mainly because it’s unfamiliar. I’m quite confident in my solitary travel ways. But this makes me feel like a creepy deviant.
I’m not sure why. All I know is that I feel alone. Surrounded by people, sure. Good people. People I have come to admire and respect. But alone.
I think that touch affirms the sense of being a people. People touch other people to show they are paying attention.
It helps me know that I am alive. Worthwhile.
But I can’t ask strangers. Can’t ask travel friends. That’s creepy. Yet the feeling’s building up.
So, what’s the solution?
MASSAGE
A solid 1.5 hour massage. Head to toe. Forget the hot rocks, hold the oil – this isn’t for improved skin tone or blood circulation.
This is about re-establishing my sense of humanity.
And man, humanity sure does feel good.