Why do we kiss?

Just observe the world. You will not find one animal that kisses its partner to demonstrate its affection. Fish, birds, gazelles don’t do it and no, your cat or dog is not kissing you. It might be touching you with its mouth because you hug its head in point blank range and its mouth just touches your skin. It’s inevitable. And plants… they certainly can’t kiss each other. So, that leaves us…humans; the only kind that kisses others for pleasure. But why do we do it? Is it just an unavoidable perk of evolution or is there something deeper behind all that kissing?

Here are some thoughts:

1. Kissing violates personal space. The no go zone is conquered in the most pleasant way.

2. All your senses are heightened as you approach your partner for a kiss; the eyes have microscopic view of the loved one’s facial features although they also contribute to spoiling of the eyes if you keep them open during the time, the nose picks up smells that normally vanishes into the air when there’s distance, the ears can hear sounds of affection, the touch is performed by one of the most sensitive organs (the lips) and the taste? The lips and the tongue can make you experience flavors you’ve never experienced before as everyone has a different flavor. 

3. Kissing is good for the immune system as partners exchange thousands of bacteria which strengthen each other’s immune system. However, I highly doubt we kiss for medical concerns.

4. Kissing each body part has a different meaning; the lips show romantic affection, the hands demonstrate respect and the butt (not literally) tells a lot about a person’s lowly character (kissing the butt literally just shows you have a kind of weird fetish)…

And finally, kissing improves the memory! The first romantic kiss is never forgotten as it marks your transcourse from infancy to puberty….

I remember my first kiss like it was yesterday (although it happened more than a quarter century before) Her name was Rosemary, a Dutch, red-headed gal who put me over the clouds for at least a week. 

So, if you would like to share your story of your first kiss, please feel free to comment…

An Essay on Carrots, Toothbrushes and Eternity…

The main ideas of this short piece of writing are “being forced to do nothing” and “doing things that produce nothing” (We’ll talk about carrots and etc. a tad later)

Imagine a job in which the occupants (employees)are paid for things they don’t do. You arrive early in the morning, prepare your coffee and sit behind your desk, stretching your fingers… getting ready to play finger tap dance on your desk. You turn on your computer and stare at the blank screen. Muscle memory is a weird thing… Perhaps it’s the buzzing sound of the motherboard fan that calms you down. Your coffee gets cold due to inattention. You brew another one nevertheless. You check the huge clock on the wall. You hear the ticking sound but the hands seem paralyzed, moving maybe an inch once in every hour. Then, comes the lunch break, you quickly rush to the hot dog stand in the corner and get your usual frankfurter. You hurry up the steps into your office and check the time once again . There’s still an hour for the lunch break to end, but you find yourself sitting in your chair, munching on your sandwich. Perhaps, it’s the only different thing you do in your office all day and that’s why you want to spend some quality time there. The lunch break ends and you hear a soft knock on the door. It’s the boss’ secretary. She is holding a huge jar of peas. The boss wants you to count the peas in the jar, categorize them according to their size and color… and recount them. You have stopped complaining about the uselessness of these types of errands long ago. You can easily guess the answer you’re going to have: “Peas are different from carrots and that’s why they have to be categorized and counted.” The response you get, will make no sense as you’re not even in the food industry. Correction! It won’t make sense even if you’re in the food business. You count half of them and record your findings on a sheet of paper, add some more numbers to each total as if you have counted them all. A weird smirk of accomplishment settles onto your face. You return the jar back to the secretary, who tells you that a colleague of yours will double check it. You smile as you know he will agree with you in the end. He always does. 

Now… about the title. When you are stuck between a paradox of having to do nothing and working like mad on something useless, your mind becomes creative. You start thinking like a philosopher, questioning life in every way you can and when you’ve run out of ideas that are logical, you pick on totally different concepts and think over them, making meaningless connections in search for the meaning of life.

So, carrots, toothbrushes and eternity… I challenge you to find connections and answer an eternal question. “What is life?”

I have….

Hint: Toothbrushes are used for cleaning teeth…

Fractions of a single soul

Fractions of a single soul

There are about 7 billion people (if not more) dominating our planet with each of them having some uniqueness although we are not all that different. Each person has the same capacity to learn regardless of gender, age or race. It’s the conditions that we’re born into that defines our inclination and motivation to reach success easily. Provide the ultimate conditions to everyone equally than we will realize that we are more than alike. We are not sisters or brothers… we are the same – the pieces of a single, shattered entity: The fragments of a single soul. 

Here are some points to back up my theory:

1. Think of drops of water and an ocean. Are the drops individual or is the ocean one? or are drops just fragments of the huge ocean?

2. We are stronger when we are together or act in numbers just like bees in a colony, working for their society. There’s always a hive queen among us that we dedicate our lives to even if we are not aware; sometimes in the form of a boss, a strong love interest or a common parent. They are the brain and we are the body, working to ensure its survival.

3. We seem like individuals but in reality we are highly social beings (even bragging requires at least one more person) Perhaps we are always longing for the missing fragments we got separated from.

4. Hatred is taught to us, just as love is. So, we all start life from the same point as newborns. We take different paths as we are taught in the process. 

5. We all suffer the same, but show our pain differently as if some people got more emotions while others got more endurance and immunity towards such pain maybe because we were shattered into unequal pieces.

6. Even in language, the word “everyone” is singular despite it includes every single person.

Still not convinced?

Then, put the flora and the fauna into the mix and reconsider. Perhaps, we are just one big planet and we have tinier roles in existence.

Why we like what we like

As technology keeps developing, we start drifting away from other individuals of flesh and blood close to us, trapping ourselves in prisons of solitude of our own doing (like social media…and oh! The irony!). Soon, we realize what we are desperately looking for… ; being connected to others in the first place, creating a weird dilemma … perhaps strangers but people…to real people who are geographically distanced hundreds of miles apart.

Our quest to find such connections has also affected the language we had been using for ages in unimaginable ways (though if I’m writing it here, it’s imaginable). 

The term “selfie” is a good word to demonstrate how much we progressed in terms of being connected to others; the society. 

The verb/slash preposition “like” nearly became more commonly used in its “noun” form in an overnight with the sudden impact of the social media like (here it’s a preposition) Facebook, Twitter and instagram. As we started liking (and here it’s a verb) weird looking babies’ pictures along with photos of cats, we started enjoying the impact of being liked by people whom we have never met in person. Then, the number of “likes” (and here it’s a plural noun) started to matter. Some people even paid (or still pay) money to purchase virtual followers or automatic likers. The quality of the content we like has also degraded from real works of art to masterpieces of rubbish that our stranger friends post daily. We like to be liked and this makes us proud somehow.

Here are the specifics of a social experiment I did a while ago: I posted the picture below on one of my social media accounts without a caption and guess how many “likes” I got?

38 likes within minutes…Wow! Maybe I do have some artistic qualities I’m not aware of.

P.S: Hit the like button for this article to honor the content and I’ll like one of your…err…stuff you posted online. 

No expectations, no disappointments 

There are over seven billion people populating the Earth and yet most people feel lost and lonely. We are the most unsocial, social species that have dominated the world; highly advanced primates fueled by basic instincts. We want others to accept our ideas without questioning but we get enraged when others do the same. It’s hilarious as it’s never our original ideas that we are defending; we’re reflecting the notions of our parents or idols, who defended their idols’ ideas. We have overhanging decorative ears, which are useless as we can’t even hear how our words sound ourselves. As a result, we’re drifting away from each other, embracing loneliness in a gigantic crowd. 

The solution has never been so easy; leveling your expectations of people to the ground level. When you have no expectations, you can never have resulting disappointments.

The moral? 

Always listen to people but try not to change them. Don’t expect anything from anyone. You’re your best friend and it’s hard to disappoint yourself once you shut yourself to the outside voices. 

Getting old or getting aged



I’m 39 (No, it’s not my birthday) It’s the oldest age I’ve reached and the youngest I’ll ever be. And also it’s the first time I’ve come to terms with getting old…My hair had a fallout with me, I have wrinkly skin, a missing tooth, a persistent cough and a mild disgust for modern music with gibberish lyrics.

Or maybe I’m not getting old, just getting aged. Aging like whisky. Getting better as years go by. The resemblance is uncanny. We are both spirits trapped either inside oak barrels or a degrading meatsuit. The lifetime experience I’ve had is the flavor while the wrinkly skin and the lost tooth can easily be the battle wounds I’ve gathered throughout my personal battle with time.

I can almost hear you mumbling “What’s the point in him writing all about this?” I’m not trying to convey the message that getting old is hard to accept…what I’m trying to say is that no matter how old you are, you’re the age you feel…(That wasn’t really it, but this sounds about right, too).

Two weeks ago, I felt exactly like that within a bunch of people of varying ages in Valencia. I was in my teens again and they were too, proving that age is just numbers and youth is always inside you…us, waiting to be dug out.


Social media and people’s con. ..nect. ..ion iss. ..ues.


It’s in our nature…we all want to connect like a tree digging its roots into mother earth. The earth understands the tree and it’s the same for the tree. The tree (technically, a sapling) grows, becomes stronger and bears fruit; the fruit of its own production. However, human relationships are nothing like that. ..at least not anymore. Unlike trees,  we dispatch our weakest roots trying to cling on cement, rubber, metal or anything else but earth. We die from the inside and we’re not even aware.
It didn’t use to be like this; meeting total strangers online with whom you have nothing in common but an Internet connection, or liking duck-faced weirdos; trying to post witty comments on their profiles just to be liked back. We used to follow influential people, true leaders, now we follow for follow.
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