The thread tying in multiple realities pulls tight. The thread hangs by a thread.

This makes only for ease of mental imagery, and easy things are, afterall, generally not that strong. Example: one group of friends may not care much to hear of another group of friends' creation of breakdancing names, even if your general Brooklyn immediately inexplicable moniker of Burrito is changed to Breakito, or if your flatmate rejoiced in making one in tribute to her goddess+somethingforgottenstartingwithF in - F'Ellen. Increasing the spacial invasions of your hand-gesturing will not improve the situation, however whole-heartedly done.

Still, there are at least a few kindred spirits...

Upon running into Z on the way to the train, then at the unavoidable cessation of hello with goodbye, a dramatic hugging sequence ensued. Z, as it turns out, is a respectable Spontaneous Dramatic Hugger. Add one-legged interpretative dance moment, and you have a real winner. What pushes it over the top though was the sorrow expressed when I told him how dangerously near he'd come to me humping his leg, yet not having done so. "I stopped myself because I realized that you don't know the Gummy Bear Incident - the story...joke...behind it - so I'd just be suddenly humping your leg without any context." Clearly, unacceptable. I must confine any vertical leg humping to those 'in the know.'

Z, I appreciate your good sportsmanship though. It does my heart good. (And it also does my 'heat' good, as I just initially typed, thanks to my nail slipping - appropriately - on the keyboard.)