Highlighter Stars.

While I was in Disneyland Paris this week, I observed that there were LOADS of couples around. Seriously, they were everywhere. And they reinforced what I’ve pretty much always known … I hate public displays of affection (or PDAs, if you’re getting acronym-y).

When I was little, and my parents would hold hands, I used to get so upset about it that they had to stop. That’s not really normal for a child, is it? I’ve no idea why I got so upset about it. Maybe I was selfish and wanted them to be holding my hand instead, I’m not sure.  But seeing them showing any affection for each other always freaked me out.

I’m not as bad any more, obviously, but I still have to divert my eyes away if I see couples kissing in public. There’s something about it that makes me feel uncomfortable. It’s as if I’m innocently looking around and have intruded upon this really private moment. I just don’t understand how they can be so fine with kissing someone else, while they’re in a middle of a crowd of people, any number of whom could be watching them.

Now, if they’re happy, I’m happy for them. But there’s some things that I don’t care to see. Holding hands is fine. A peck on the lips is fine, too, I suppose (as long as it’s not in the middle of the queue for a ride, because really, keep your eye on the queue and keep moving!), but seriously, no one wants to see you shove your tongue down your significant other’s throat. We really don’t.

Oh, and in case you’re wondering, no, I don’t like being one of the two PDA-ing any more than I like seeing people PDA-ing. I have actually run away from someone trying to kiss me in public. Which probably made the situation worse, but still …

In other news … I’m going back to Brighton on Friday! *does a little dance*