The Kumkuat Korner

We have all been there. Shattered and left picking up the fragments of our hearts. And while people say "Time heals all" it really doesn't, does it? For example, its not that easy to get over a broken heart. You try to put the pieces back together after someone leaves you,  some one dies,  someone hurts you,  some one betrays you. You feel exposed. Raw. Vulnerable. You opened yourself so much to another being. You had kept no secrets from them. It was only you and them. But now its just you, after them. Because life still continues, even when we are stuck, slowly drowning in quicksand of emotions. Anger. Hate. Sadness. Regret. Guilt. Back to sadness. Back to hurt. And it continues all over again. Viciously sinking us to a deep dark place in all of us no one has ventured into. That place makes us see the ugliest part in ourselves that we fear show others. And when you finally surface from the pit of solitude, You start to see the world differentl...

So a recent study shows that Scottish lovers are more passionate than English lovers. On a scale of 1 (being I'd get More Action From a Robot)   to  10 (being Toe Curling and Amazing so Lets do it Again)  " Scottish men earned a near-perfect nine for their passion and their kissing skills . English men, on the other hand, scored a measly 5 for passion, and a barely-better six for their attempts at lip-locking. " The results?  " On average, Scottish men scored 7.7 out of 10 across 11 categories, while English men only scored 6.2 in a survey of almost 1400 female members of a dating site." Not only are Scotsmen a heart-warming nine for their romantic efforts , but also an eight for their sense of humour and their generosity . Need more convincing? Scotsmen last long in bed as well as their level of expertise and are pretty skilled if you know what I'm sayin'. Scottish accents ranked higher than English accents. I mean you HA...

About a month ago, I was perusing through Craigslist, because I have nothing better to do and I was feeling pretty shitty about myself when I came across a personal ad.  (I have no idea how I got there really!) The subject line was " o.O Im alone. Even in a crowd." The title alone was intriguing so as I read the actual body of the ad, I realized it was a suicide note .  The person writing the personal ad said that they've had enough of the bullshit and the liars of the world.  That "cutting" was no longer numbing the pain that they felt.  That there was no happiness in this world at all. That there was nothing but pain and misery in his future.  And that they were going to end it all and nobody would even notice because they were alone. And in pain. My first thought was, "No, surely, they don't mean what they say. Maybe he just want's someone to comfort  them in a weird sexual way."  But it kept gnawing at me.  What ...

You know you feel old when you catch two high school teenagers having sex in the alley next to your apartment building. For a moment I thought that they were just some kids who like to hide behind our trash cans.  But no.  She was straddling him both fully clothed. AND STILL my mind refused to believe they were honking and tonking right there and then...seriously 25 feet away from me, CLEARLY not hidden at all from view since I could see both their heads!!! And then, she threw her head back and I lost it. They must have heard the explosion that went off in my head because they looked over and saw me just standing there staring and possibly creepy looking because I felt my head shaking like I was reprimanding them. They both fled of course, fumbling to put parts of their bodies back into their clothes. The boy pretty much glared at me since I had interrupted their little toss in the hay, or alley in this case. And through the whole process I'm still standing there, shaki...