Sometimes watching young couples cuddling or holding hands can get me rather self conscious. The saccharine scene is not offensive, but it brings to my mind, my personal need for space.

I am a person who really requires a wide berth. I cannot really think clearly when I am hugging someone or holding someone's hands. Clear thoughts, like the weaving of magical spells, requires articulation and gesticulation.

The freedom of thought requires the freedom of the body. I cannot wave my hands in the air with someone holding it, I cannot shift myself when my legs have been put to sleep by someone who has chosen to use it as a pillow.

The feeling is that of suffocation and claustrophobia. Under these conditions, no one can be comfortable. It stifles me too much for any incubation of thoughts. How then can these youngsters think when they spend hours cuddling?

On second thoughts, maybe they do not...