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This week, on one of those lifestyle-type websites I read occasionally, there was an article about inappropriate kissing. The writer noted that she is a kisser from way back, and has even gone to the extreme of kissing someone she didn’t know, just because this person was standing in a group with the writer’s friends and she’d already kissed everyone else and didn’t want the stranger to feel left out.
Me, I am not a fan of the kissy kissy greeting, or the farewell for that matter. For reasons I am completely unaware of, my mother has turned into one of those people who does the kissy kissy hello – with me and my sister – and I don’t get it. To make matters worse, she does the big fake MWAH sound as well. My father does it too, although his version is more of a smash-his-cheek-into-my-cheek rather than an actual kiss. And without the MWAH. But I hate that too. It should be up to me who I get to kiss. Frankly, I don’t want to be that close to the uncle I suspect is an alcoholic, nor do I want to kiss anyone else I am related to.
I am not a fan of kissing my friends either – I do it with a couple of them because that’s what they do and I don’t object strenuously to that – I would just as easily hug them so a kiss on the cheek won’t hurt me. But given the choice, I wouldn’t kiss them. I never kissed any of my friends when I was in school, so why start now? I don’t get the high school girls who do this every day when they are getting off the tram.
Realistically, the only person I want that close to my face is the boy. Or the person giving me mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
My mother thinks I am selfish and stand-offish for having this point of view. This from the woman who has never actually said the words “I love you” to me. I don’t need that from her and frankly after all this time, it would be a bit weird if she started saying it now.
But I really really don’t want to be forced to kiss anyone. What about you?