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HEY. I am the world's most awkward hugger. Never feel like I'm getting it right. Big bubble and all that.
I briefly turned on the tv and tried to watch Jericho. I don't think I can. It immediately brought back all these memories of nuclear annihilation shows on tv (one of the most horrifying being an Amazing Stories or Twilight Zone with a watch that could stop time) and with that, a visceral cringe. For whatever the reason, be it my location or my very politically aware/activist upbringing, I really honestly half expected to be nuked in the eighties. I could quote Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes. I had nightmares about it. I had plans in case it happened. When, in my late teens, after a lot of that had faded from the front of my mind, my parents looked at a house with an honest to goodness bomb shelter, it actually made me feel safe, though I hadn't felt unsafe in that was in a while.
It's strange, because I don't think everyone my age will have the same reaction. And strange because it is a period in time that, well like every era does to people, sets me apart. Hell, I've been to the USSR. My younger cousins all find that a strange moment in history. It was real to me. MAD was real.
In any case, I'm probably not Jericho's demographic. If I manage to watch, it'll be in the spirit of horrifying myself.