5. Men who kiss their partners before leaving for work average higher incomes than those who don’t.
6. Prostitutes are said to avoid kissing their clients to reduce the likelihood of bonding or emotional attachment.
7. The average person spends 336 hours of his or her life kissing.
8. While women use kissing to evaluate a partner’s potential for a relationship, men use kissing for a simpler purpose. Men are likely to use kissing as a means to increase the likelihood of sex.
Nonetheless, that’s not to say that all kisses from a man are sex-oriented.
9. Kissing has long been recognized as a good way for our bodies to pass along bugs that help build immunity. Once you’ve contracted a bug, your body then learns to strengthen itself despite showing symptoms of a cold or flu. Kissing merely helps expedite our immune system-boosting processes.
10. Kissing creates feel-good chemicals in our bodies that help us feel relaxed.
11. Public kissing is a crime in Indonesia punishable by five years in prison.
12. Like fingerprints or snowflakes, no two lip impressions are alike.
13. Kissing releases the same neurotransmitters in our brains as parachuting, bungee jumping, and running, its exciting.
14. Just one kiss with tongue can transmit up to 278 types of bacteria. Those of us with OCD tendencies should try to forget this next time we get anywhere near a pair of lips.
IF IT’S LOVE, IT’S HATE
We were cookin’ dinner like any other night. He’s a skilled amateur chef and as was I. He was very bossy, and liked to control the circumstances he was in at all times. I was fine with that because I lacked structure and I knew about myself that I could adapt to peoples structure if I found it benefited for me. I knew we were not like of mind. However the chemistry between us was strong enough to carry us thus far. That’s what happens when your friends tell you about their bad relationships yet have anything to do about it. The difference was I had recognized all these perspectives and found that it was like a blueprint as to how people act and react.
As much as at times, I wanted to be coddled I knew he was not the type to do that. It was like trying to force a meow out of a dog when we all know they only bark.
So we were cookin’ dinner but at one point in the afternoon of his day off and my usual unemployment bum day, there was a turn in the air where the boredom became stagnant and I could foresee the bad mood setting in. I felt it only by the fact that I have spent the past few years studying quantum physics and the energy of meditations and how they affect us. However I felt it and I surpassed it but also being witness to it set in in my partner who at the time I know carries violent guilt from a different childhood. He was also a Taurus, a sign showing him as the yang, a negative fixed sign astrologically. I found it perplexing how I constantly kept choosing people into my life that were complete extremes to what I was. In a way they were fulfilling the gaps that I knew I held in my own character.
He was in a supposed bad mood now, which I took as the male version of the PMS setting in. I remember reading a book, Women are from Venus and Men are from Venus, and it mentioning that our emotions also reacted similar to waves of the ocean when the tide comes in. Come to think of it we had had a few wonderful days overcoming some of our own personal issues and like a pendulum I was watching him swing back in the opposite direction. I had done it a million times over and knew this cycle very well. How I didn’t recognize it before was preposterous.
When one experiences the joys of something wonderful in life, in time following there will be a moment where their emotions swing back very similar to a pendulum. In his case, it was reflective. He already had PTSD and guilt issues over putting his family in danger as a rebellious youth.
Knowing we had had a few “good days” with no arguments and some very uninhibited sex, I should have expected his emotional pendulum to swing back like it did today. After an awkward request to cook some chicken for the pasta he was making for dinner, a blurt of “I don’t know why but I’m angry!” comes from him as he slams the refrigerator door. I knew very well at this point not to engage and remain as calm as possible since the knowledge of both our skills at being careless hotheads sat at the front of my mind. I knew he was feeling guilty and also regretful for not being the prosperous savior to his peoples like he wanted to be. This kind of personal dissatisfaction is not resolved by anyone but the self. I tried to let him see that by my own personal mistakes; I have learned why and how certain things in life are and if they had not happened I would not have the wisdom I have now. Of course taking in the pride he naturally will take in, being a Taurus; he proceeds to pat himself on the back about how he saved me, and when he met me I was swirling down a negative hole that without him I would have never been able to come out of. Like a hero complex, but maybe in reverse if defined correctly. I of course being the fixed Aquarius self I am, attempted to bite my lip as long as possible in this circumstance. In every opportunity I possibly could, I would mention this conversation is not about me and about him but of course he was already methodically giving himself the Nobel Peace Prize. At this point being the open book that I am, the disapproval was clear on my face and just as obviously pointed out. I despised that he looked at me as this careless, strung out chick he saved from the cradles of the valley. The last few years we had spent in Cali were some of my most prosperous. Of course he wasn’t there for those years, since we had just met. He just could not see who I really was, or at least how I saw myself, much less how I felt any of my friends, or co-workers saw me. He was so self evolved that he was deaf to thinking anyone could live in a manner differently than him.
This characteristic is common. Most people think that the world is seen through their eyes when in fact it is the complete opposite. We are all walking around speaking our own language, from our own worlds while simultaneously and blindly wondering why we don’t understand each other.
If only we knew.