[ot] [wrong] [fiction] Gifts
Sad friend receives an anonymous delivery. It is the severed head of somebody they knew. Next to the head is a message written in blood: "I do not want a hug." Friend is so sad! Picks up severed head, goes to police station. Delivers head to police officer with explanation and the message, "I'm only trying to support you. I don't need a hug if you don't want one. Can you hear that I want to give you what you need?" Returns to home to find it burned down. The ashes of all their belongings have been spread in another message: "You have no idea what it's like to be me." Friend had stored all their surveillance footage on a blockchain, reviews the blockchain and finds home was burned by people with similar gaits and frames to five others in their community. Visits one of these people to make friends with them, too. ...
"I'm so sorry for burning your house down!" "I'm so sorry for speaking in ways you don't understand!" The two exchanged contact information, and parted ways. Friend added the person's contact information and other details to their notes on how to care for the different people they run into.
Friend used their remote machine learning setup to find the next person similar to the people who had burned their home. On Facebook, their account page had a profile picture that was just words: "I told you I do not want a hug!". Friend sent them a Facebook message, saying "I'm so sorry I'm still communicating so poorly; how do I refrain from hugging you?" Friend asked around the community. When asked about this person, everyone asked would suddenly say, "I really don't like hugging!" and curtly turn away, sometimes denying service or offering thinly-veiled death threats or sudden physical violence. While being beaten by what seems a small anti-hug-gang, friend curls up, starts punching themselves too, and offers the clothes off their back and personal slavery as an expression of care and trust. The few strong people stop harming them. "Uhhhh it's really not that big. Why didn't you make it right? The person whose photo you're carting around doesn't want to hug you."
Friend shared another link to their blockchained blog, put their clothes back on, and went searching for a new home to live in to sort the situation out better. They figured they would soon make friends with the people who burned their last one, so it was a no-risk investment. The first realtor they ran into greeted them with a fervent whisper, "I hear you need a hug." "I'm sorry, I'm very bad at communicating, I'm actually interested in what it is that you need to sell me a home." "Well if you're going to be that way about it!" The realtor pulled their arms away and showed friend the exit.
"I'm so sorry if I've upset you!" "Nothing personal, just doing my job." While pondering what the job of a realtor is, friend walked by a few stores and thought they might pick something up to make peace with whoever murdered the person they knew and had their house burned down. They clearly focused on hugging a lot. Friend found a gift card with a picture of somebody keeping respectful distance. The card said "All my support!" in large letters. Friend bought a box of chocolates, wrote "no hugs needed!" on the card, with arrows showing how far apart the people were, and affixed the card to the box of chocolates. Feeling a little discouraged about buying a home, friend went back to the first person who had likely burned theirs, since they failed to find the second. This person would certainly know whom to send the chocolates to.
I guess if anybody figures out how to influence me and is excited to help, I should probably ask some of the people involved when things started, how to make things right with whoever their boss is.
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Karl