How do you hug?

Imagine sleeping your weekend away. Imagine walking naked on the street (read: imagine having no headphones stuck on you). Imagine coming from your hometown to the capital. Imagine crossing the street, imagine having a glimpse of some crazy young people. They are probably from the Central Party, you think. Imagine trying to avoid their gaze and preparing to walk past as fast as you can. Imagine trying to make no eye contact whatsoever. Now, imagine yourself, not even reaching the pavement, finding your name being called out all of a sudden. What kind of hell is this, you think. Another fraction of a second passes and you realize the stranger being your friend. Imagine yourself joining this group of lunatics. Imagine yourself swallowing your pride, imagine coming one of them. Imagine yourself losing all dignity.
Yup, been there, done that. It happened to me on Sunday and I must confess that it was the bloody best day in a long long time. I indeed joined the hugging company. Oh god, was that fun or what! Hugging various people on the street. As a true people watching maniac this was better than Christmas. Time for conclusions: don't hug young couples, don't hug soldiers, do hug old couples, do hug Finnish people, do not choose the person you are going to hug next, hug your friends extra hardly; when going on a pee break in the Viru Center, try to not to hug strangers (especially when you don't have the "FREE HUGS" signs); be very miserable when reality strikes and tells you that you have school and a couple of fucking tests coming up. Restrain yourself once again. Don't go to drink away your youth with some new faces you've met on the street. Who cares if they might seem like the most interesting people in the world. Who cares, if this is exactly what you need to spice up your mood. Who cares, if you probably will have the bloody best time of your life. Anyhow, reality crushes down on you. A voice in your mind says you are underage. If you don't study, you won't get into medical school. Imagine being the black sheep of the family. Ain't in a shame to have a drink on a Sunday, you sing to yourself. You try not to regret anything as you walk away. You start revising the Hamlet monologue in your mind. You think the best moment of your life is yet to come. Funnily, you believe everyone is has a beautiful soul..
(Thanks for the experience, Erika.)