The more comfortable I am with a person, the more familiar they are to me the easier it is to forget to hold their hand. My weeks for much of the year so far consist of a mixture of people I have planned to hold hands with whom I haven’t held hands with yet and repeats of patience friends who are consistently part of my day to day world. That being said Day 125 saw me have an altercation with a turnstile in central station. this lead me to become embarrassed and demand that we stop halfway through and therefore have to start the 30 minutes again. After the mortification subsided it was nice to enjoy the silliness of the situation. It brought a different kind of playfulness to the action.