I was going to write this last night, being that it was Valentine's Day and all, but my laptop picked the international day o' love to crash. Thanks HP. Love you too.
Now, back to the topic at hand. Valentine's Day. I am a vocal hater of said V-day. I have worn black from head to toe every year since junior high. If you are within 100 feet of me in the month of February, you will get to hear *why* I think Valentine's Day is the stupidest idea ever. Even in the (very few) years I have had a boyfriend this time of year, I have told them that I don't really *do* Valentine's Day and could they please just surprise me on some other random day? (This usually didn't work as said boyfriends would think I was joking and that they would be in very hot water if cards, chocolates and flowers were nowhere in sight on February 14th).
But this year I broke the mold. I have spent a lot of energy on this hate fest and, you know what? Valentine's Day still exists. My protests, boycotts and all-around bitterness haven't hindered the sales of flowers one bit! And I'm sure in year's past that I have just been an absolute joy to be around. So this year I just ignored it altogether. I was indifferent to the commercials, I wore cream and green yesterday, I partook in a pink and red cookie a co-worker brought in, and when someone wished me a Happy Valentine's Day, I said it right back without the nasty tone or a diatribe on it being nothing but a Hallmark Holiday.
I'm growing!
Happy Day After Valentine's Day everyone!! XXXOOOXXOOXXXXOOOO
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