Happy Tuesday!

So, I'm in this mood where I feel like making out with everything. Admittedly, the feelings died down a bit since it's peak at 11:00 am EST, but still, I'm having these crazy urges. The kind of crazy urges that come from revelations that occur in chem lecture when you think to yourself "My god, life isn't so bad after all! In fact, life is pretty damn good!" And then you turn to the stranger sitting next to you with a huge grin on your face and silently mouth "Life is good." to them. And then they move a few seats away.

Actually that didn't happen. But it makes for a better story.

And then you walk outside, and the 35 degree weather suddenly feels more like 40 degrees. And the sun is almost shining, and your shoes feel more comfortable, and then you get the urge to just make out with someone. Lay the passion that you're feeling on someone else. "Spread the love," if you will. But that could lead to restraining orders and assault charges, so you just keep your passion to yourself.

I wonder who came up with the concept of making out. I get this vision of a couple kissing each other in this mechanical, rhythmatic way and one turns to the other and says "Surely we can do this more efficiently. Let's string all the kisses together, add a little saliva, and just go for it." And so they did. And the first make out session occured that very day. The new trend spread like wildfire to all the kids, adding a whole new dimension to an act that had needed a whole new dimension for so long.

Freud says it has to do with the lips symbolizing the genetalia and the kiss being a kind of "pseudo-intercourse", but Freud was silly (as men tend to be). Plus, I like my story better.