The Week of February 23rd

Good evening. Nay, dare I say it? I shall! Great evening, everyone! Of course, I write this as I pretend to work. But I'm overjoyed nonetheless. For spring break is upon me. Around this time, in a few days, I'll be in South Carolina. Given, I'll be doing a lot of manual labor, but at least I won't be sitting in my dorm room writing up six-page papers for a little while. Any kind of break is welcomed.

But I'm not here to talk about what makes me giggle with glee. The title of this blog is "What Boils My Egg," and have I have a boiler for all of you. Given, it's a random one, but it's one most of you can relate with. If you can't guess from the picture, then read on...

You know what really boils my egg?

PDA. Not the electronic device, those things are pretty nifty. I'm talking about Public Display of Affection. Relationships for everyone to see. Now I'm in a relationship myself. I don't have a problem with holding hands, hugging, and the occasional kiss in public. But what I saw yesterday was...for lack of better words, freakin' disgusting.

I go to WaWa convenience store for a snack and a drink. Nourishment for myself, and for my soul! What I don't try to look for (and constantly find anyway) is a couple who might as well be...you know...but with clothes on. I heard sounds, saw arms grasping, legs kicking. But hey, it could have been worse. Like I said, at least they had clothes on.

What is the need for that? What needs to be proven to the world with actions like those? Yes, obviously your relationship must be so amazing that EVERYONE must see it. Or, maybe you're really trying to hide behind it all, knowing that it will never be anything more than physical, and all the "I love you's" in the world can't save it.

I'm not jealous. I'm perfectly content with my relationship with my family, my friends, and my girlfriend. Perhaps I'm a crazy person when I feel that a loving relationship, or any relationship for that matter, is more than just the passion. And maybe I'm demented when I feel that said relationships could just as easily be contained until they have reached a more private location.

As I stated previously, I have no qualms about hugging and putting the arm around the shoulder or waist. But the constant groping really peeves me. Therefore, it also really boils my egg. So, the question remains...am I crazy? Am I a part of the minority on this one? Nevertheless, I will leave you all with an inspiring quote, that tells us really what we need instead of want:

“Basically, the only thing we need is a hand that rests on our own, that wishes it well, that sometimes guides us.” - Hector Bianciotti