In a sort of Valentine's related thing:

Very randomly, Monica asked me why it was people kissed with their eyes closed.

Right off the bat, I said I didn’t quite know, before remembering the hilarious fiasco that was my sleepover with the lovely Venus and the ever so charming, ever so sluttish fledgling of mine, and the night he was teaching me how to kiss and tease a guy.

The failure that was that lesson still makes me giggle, considering how not-seriously I could take it. Still! I must have learned something, because I don’t think I fail that much anymore. I have been getting some practice, I suppose.

So I shall thank all three of my teachers.

Still, the question I ask myself, though, is not why we kiss with our eyes closed, but why we kiss in the first place.

Why the compulsion, why the sense of intimacy and potential affection— why on earth do we respond so keenly to it, and why do we love it and hunger for it so much?

No clue.

I do know that Penfield’s cortical homunculus shows that the amount of cortex that innervates the lips and mouth are a lot, meaning that their sensory reception is considerate.

Still, what’s the psychological phenomenon behind the way we react to kissing? Or general physical affection— why do we crave it?

The ridiculous things I dwell upon in my insomnia…