Regretfully, I find it necessary to revert back to a topic frequently discussed within the bubble that is BYU - Public Displays of Affection.
While dining one afternoon in the Cougareat, my eyes caught sight of a couple sitting a few tables down. Apparently unaware of the dozens of people surrounding them, they began the assault on my tortured pupils by first, giving each other 'the look.' This was not just a look of adoration or love... it was the look that no one wants to see except for the intended recipient - the look that makes you cringe and shudder if experienced second-hand. I think you all know what I mean by 'the look.'
Well, considering myself to be fairly tolerant, I ignored their puke-provoking gaze and unwrapped my dinner. As I was about to bite into my succulent seven-layer burrito, they proceeded to smooch, and smooch, and smooch some more. The torrent of prolonged kisses was unbecoming of such a couple and suddenly, my stomach no longer yearned for food. I lost any appetite that I may have had for my Mexican feast. I was too appalled. Flabbergasted as the onslaught continued, I stared intently at the table and begged for freedom from the horrific scene.
Immediately compelled to action, the only retaliation I found was to make my disgust known through this letter. Please, people. Have respect -- not only for each other -- but for those whose eyes you are assailing. Save the lovin' for each other and the confines of your apartments. I like to keep my food in my stomach.
Kristen Cheney
Earlysville, Va.