TONGUE KISS

Once upon a time, in cold cold Canada, there was a birthday party. Someone named Kyle gave someone named Jeff many many "odd" presents, including a CD of a forgotten music legend, Dino. The CD was played and all the party goers were hypnotized by the tunes, specially a very profound piece called "Tongue Kiss", which was sung by Kyle, Jeff and Olga, in Jeff's bedroom, with some dancing and many laughs.



This morning this was my face when I read that Dino was actually giving us the solution to depression. According to English sexual therapists and other scientists, kissing is the best known cure for depression. And not just any kind of kissing. It has to be a French kiss... a tongue kiss, like Dino said.



So much time invested in therapies and pills... and all we really need to do is have fun, meet people, and kiss. Something to do with endorfines. Of course it makes sense. It actually explains why I felt good while being with people that I rationally didn't really like and why... well, it explains many whys.



So now I am doomed to depression, even more than before. After deciding that I am going to be pure and chaste, at least for a while, there is no real chance for me to get the sufficient amount of tongue-kissing adviced by Dino or the English experts. And I can't even find Dino's lyrics to pass on his wisdom... Life sucks, unless you are kissing someone.