Dickey's Blog

First, I feel I should explain the terminology.

Rape Closet: a forensics specialty. It's an area where someone is pushed against a wall and stared down at ridiculously close range... passionately. This was originally used to freak me out. I never got involved in this

RIDICULOUS FLIRTING TO FREAK ME OUT: exactly what it sounds like

Dickey Face: faces I make when they freak me out

Anyways, onto the motivation...

So we got on the bus to come back from State Quals for Congress, and I move to the back of the bus with two of my friends; one male, one female. They could pretty much be considered best friends, even. They start out sitting in the same seat, which is totally fine. That's normal. Then she leans back on him, also normal, considering the Rape Closet thing. Then I look over and see them staring into each other's eyes... It's getting kinda weird... Then he pecks her on the cheek a few times... By now I'm REALLY confused. Then, after hearing the end of the song that the bus driver was listening to on the radio(Revolutionary Etude, to be exact), I look over to them and see that they are kissing. No, no tongues, no ridiculous movie rapture with moaning, but a simple silent kiss. Then they look over and see me with a classic Dickey Face on, and bust out laughing. I asked why they didn't seem freaked out about this. They reminded me that I had always watched the Rape Closet, and that they had been used to it. Then they mentioned that if I hadn't been so freaked out, they most likely would've stopped doing that. But now they weren't doing it to freak me out. They kissed about 4 more times before we got home. The last one, which started when we got past the middle school, lasted about a minute. Honestly, I've been thinking since then...

Love isn't candy or flowers. Love isn't sex or intense tongue hockey. It's people who can't stand the thought of life without each other. It's the felling that you get whenever a girl lays her head on your shoulder, or the guy puts his arm around your waist. It's when you realize that all the expensive gifts in the world can't make up for the feeling that you got when that person was in your arms. Love... IS all you need... and food and water and shelter and shit, but who gives a fuck about that, honestly



This honest moment was brought to you by ridiculous amounts of sugar and a lack of sleep.