Kissing and Christmas

Since the Christmas Spirit has abandoned me this year, I have spent the day crafting, drinking, and reading articles online. I read one that was particularly interesting. I wish I had saved the link, but alas, I did not. Anyway, my failings aside, it was an article on the meaning behind kissing.
It talked about how people may kiss early in relationships to assess each other's potential as a mate. How we may use it as a tool to get close enough to both smell and taste a potential partner in order to assess their health and genetic compatibility.
It also referenced a survey of people who described themselves as being in a committed relationship, and claimed that in long-term relationships, kissing was most often referenced as the indicator of levels of happiness. Happier couples kissed more, although both happy and not-as-happy-but-still-kinda-happy couples had a comparable amount of sex.
This whole thing kind of made me wonder, so I sat and really thought about it for a while.
I have not been in very many long-term relationships, but even in the shorter ones, the ones I remember most fondly were the ones in which I kissed or was kissed by my partner most frequently. And they were also the ones who didn't kiss me like they thought we were making a porno (you know EXACTLY what I'm talking about, don't you...).
Anyway, kissing is a HIGHLY underrated activity.
Do it more.
Do it to remind your partner how much they mean to you, or do it to let someone you really like know that you really like them, and that you are a good catch!

And Merry Christmas!   - These things are somehow related...

I got it-

MISTLETOE!

Why I Suspect I Might be a Superhero and Other Stuff About Me

Why I suspect I might be a superhero:

• I like to help people
• I have a weakness- mechanically separated chicken. It makes me physically ill, squiggly, and useless.
• I'm ultra-powerful
• I'm nice to look at (superhero chicks pretty much have to be good looking)
• And, perhaps most compellingly-

I HAVE A FUCKING CAPE!

 

 

Now- other stuff about me.

 

As some of you may know, it is common knowledge that I have healthy self-esteem. Now, I will admit, this is not a 24/7 thing. I have my moments of feeling absolutely shitty about myself, but for the most part, I feel pretty damned good about being me. I think I'm generally awesome. I get asked about it all the time. People seem to always want to know how it is that I feel so great about myself. Don't worry, I'll feed you, baby birds!

 

Do I think I'm perfect? Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Not even close. But I'm good with that. Have you ever met someone who tries to be perfect? They are SO. FUCKING. ANNOYING. They're awful. They're  boring!

 

I have a lot of flaws. And I'm okay with that. They keep me interesting. And working on them gives me a sense of purpose. Eventually I get rid of them, and they are replaced with new flaws. My work is never done. I think that embracing your flaws is a beautiful thing! I don't let them consume me, because I know that I am working on them.

 

I know my strengths, and my capabilities. I'm not afraid to fail, because I know that I will learn from my failures. And I know that next time, I will do better. Sometimes I fuck up repeatedly, but again- for every time I fuck up, I know that I'm a little bit closer to not fucking up next time.

 

Am I the best looking chick that ever lived? Nope. But I'm not bad. I'm pretty, and I have curves, and I work it dammit. I work it!

 

I have no coordination, but I have a sense of humor about it. That counts for something. As many of you know, one of my most used phrases is "shit, there's a wall/desk/table/whatever there..."

 

I guess the central theme here is that I know I am far from perfect, and I am happy with it. I strive for self-improvement, and I have no desire to be anything other than what I am.

I don't have total peace, but most of the time, I'm pretty freakin' happy with myself and my life.

 



Worst. Movie Quote. Ever.

I hope you read that in Comic Book Guy's voice.

So, I hate the movie Love Story for a variety of reasons. I find it almost wholly nauseating/rage-inducing. I want to Hulk Smash the ever-loving shit out of it. However,  to make my ire easier to write about (since I'm posting from my cell phone for some reason), I have narrowed it down to one line from the movie that is the linchpin of my hatred.

"Love means never having to say you're sorry."

Umm, fuck you Erich Segal (the twat what wrote this trash). Just fuck you.

I'm pretty sure that is not what love means. I think love means being able to say you're sorry. And knowing when to say it. I think it means knowing someone,  and caring for them enough that you are able to recognize when you've hurt them, and having the courage to apologize and actually mean it. Love most definitely does not mean that you a) never do anything to someone that would necessitate an apology. That's retarded and impossible,  or b) can do shitty things and not apologize because, hey, you're in love. They already know you didn't mean it...

WHAT THE SHIT?!

Seriously,  why would that even be a thing? And why do/did people just eat that trash up? It's not romantic, it's insane! It's like Romeo and Juliet, except, ya know, poorly written. At least Romeo and Juliet, aside from its disturbing plot line (but who knows, all that stuff may have been par for the course in those times), was executed beautifully.  Love Story was not. Subpar writing,  misleading and idiotic content. Again, thank you Erich Segal. Stupid jerk.

So now you know. I hate that movie. Perhaps this explains my Queen of Hyperbole title. Oh well, at least I come by it honestly.