In my 19 years on earth, I can honestly say that I have never been kissed. Many people, upon hearing such news, rush to pity. They tell me that it’s okay, that I’ll find someone eventually, almost like it’s a shame that I haven’t. But, quite frankly, I don’t care that I have never been, and I don’t care if I ever do get kissed.

I’ve never understood the appeal of being kissed in the first place. There are plenty of other ways to be affectionate and to express your feelings towards someone. In fact, that’s the amazing thing about words; they can do just that. That’s why there are love songs and romantic poetry. Perhaps it’s the idea that actions speak louder than words. I’d much rather have someone stand up for me or tell me their feelings rather than them expressing it in any sort of physical way.

Now, this is not me saying that I hate physical affection. I’m known among friends to be a hugger, and I have a habit of holding my best friend’s hand when we’re out on the town. I enjoy cuddling while watching movies and letting people play with my hair. Kissing has never been in that realm of things; I can even say I’ve never really been on a date. But my life doesn’t feel any less complete without those experiences. I’m sure some people think that I’d understand if I just “knew,” like I would gain some higher knowledge from the experience.

What would I have to learn? If I’m content without it, then I don’t think I need to experience it. Sure, I would love to go on a genuine date someone at some point, but I don’t feel the need for it. I don’t even feel the need for a relationship, really. I’m perfectly happy by myself with good friends and a caring family to support me. So who really even needs kissing? I’ve got all I need in life already without it.