Why is it that when we are afraid, we huddle with whoever is around? It seems instinctive, but does it make any sense? Maybe there's strength in numbers, but how much good will one other person do if that noise in the bushes really is an angry raccoon? And if you think about it, don't we really just want somebody else to be experiencing what we are? So maybe the only thing any of us are really afraid of is loneliness. We automatically reach for the friend next to us, because we're absolutely terrified of being alone.
Sorry, I'm on cold medicine.
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