The Kissers

The way they were kissing disgusted me. They were each chewing on the other's lips in a way reminiscent to that of someone masticating a particularly touch steak. Their facial expressions, like those of the steak chewer, was one of extreme concentration, with a hint of boredom on the edges, the eternal wondering of 'when will this end?'

Think of the 'Masticator', if you will, as a modern day 'Thinker', whose the 'Thinker' is bound to his rock, forever seeking enlightenment, so the 'Masticator' is bound to his chair, forever seeking to finish his mouthful. So were the couples sentiments toward each other, two people bound to each other, forever seeking true love and unable to find it in the inadequate arms of their partner.

Surely, I thought as they embraced one another stiffly, rather than love they'd be better off seeking contentment, which is both easier to obtain and far more pleasing.