Wednesday, 25 March 2015

Reaching Out

I have been pondering the reason why Sally and I are still friends after seven long weeks of almost continuous time together. I put it down to her right knee.



Whenever we have fallen out for some reason, usually to do with an instance of unreasonable behaviour on her part, I am faced with the decision of whether to go into a protracted huff or not. In other situations in our lives together I typically decide that it is perfectly warranted and this state of effrontery would normally last for quite a while - my experience being that huffs need to be nurtured to have full effect.

On this holiday however, when sitting in the rental car, Sally’s right knee is just an arm length away and I have realised that just reaching out and rubbing or patting it can break the spell and make us friends again. Of course, it takes enormous generosity of spirit on my part to extend my arm in this way but I have found that the effort is well worth it. Being friends is by far the preferred state of being.

A word of warning: only try this movement when sitting in a car or perhaps a café or restaurant. Doing it at any other time, with the potential for embarrassing misunderstanding, can lead to even more protracted huffs.


For the sake of balance, I should note that Sally’s tactic is to hold my hand or slip her arm into mine. I call this cheating, especially if I am in a huff, but it seems to pave the way for my later reaching out. So perhaps I am not the instigator of renewed friendship after all, but then it takes both sides.

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