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Do you think that kissing is an instinct or a learned behavior?

I sometimes think it’s a learned behavior. In fact, I might wager that kissing didn’t come into play until baking soda was invented. Can you imagine the morning breath of someone who had gone 35 years with out any sense of dental hygiene? I wouldn’t care how much they resembled Jake Gyllenhaal. Nooooo thank you.

I use to think that all you had to do to make a baby was kiss a boy with your belly buttons touching. Now that I understand that kissing is not necessary (although recommended) for such a procedure, I realize that Adam and Eve may have never experienced a good hearty make-out session.

So, under the hypothesis that kissing is a learned behavior, how do you thing us human beings figured it out? Kissing I mean. I surely wouldn’t have thought of it on my own:

“Geez, I love him so much that I’d love to share all of the fluids in my mouth with him while concurrently making interesting squishy smacking noises with my lips.”

It would’ve had to have been an accident. Like two people bobbing for the same apple and latching on to each other instead. Then they realized that each other tasted much better than that blasted apple anyway. The rest was history.

Then again, sometimes I’m pretty sure kissing is an instinct. Especially when I’m around Kiana. I can’t control myself. By days end, every inch of that baby girl’s face has been kissed twice over. Actually, I love her so much that my first instinct would be to eat her. Kissing her is just the next best alternative.

Whether in the heat of passion or the pureness of a mother’s love for child, I’m glad kissing is around. It’s a bloomin’ brilliant way to express your self when words just aren’t doing the trick. Don’t know, don’t care how the kiss came to be. I’m just glad it is.