It looms. Like the dirty black cloud doesn't just predict a storm but the color itself carries with it all kinds of nefariousness and doom.What looms? The day in which I decide that relation-shipping is a thing to do. The day that reminds me that as much as I love single, maybe coupled is the place to be. The day I love to hate. Valentines Day.
Valentine's Day is a pagan holiday (holy day) with terrible roots. St. Valentine, in an effort to give soldiers going to war one last respectable roll in the hay, married the men to their sweethearts. This ensured that the men would have something to live for and that the women would wait. It was bloody and sordid. It was also illegal as deemed by the powers that be. But somehow from all that we get chocolate, flowers, and teddy bears.
The one time of the year I'm tempted to get into a relationship is now. Mostly so that I can get the candy and hearts. I know that logically I could buy my own candy and hearts. But it's not the same. I want someone to buy them for me. When I was a kid my best friend and I would anonymously send each other flowers on V-Day. Feel happy about it and like we cheated the system. I miss those days, when I knew that I was getting a gift regardless. When I didn't have to be in a romantic relationship to feel loved.
Every year I gear up and try to convince myself NOT to get into a relationship around this time of year. It's unfortunate because they are so easily had. But then I have to spend the subsequent following half of a year trying to untangle myself from this thing that I really didn't want. Such a pain. That marketing is so effective that I am convinced that I want a thing that I don't need just to have something that isn't good for me. Doesn't even make sense when I type it does it? Meh! Frustration.
Count down is on. 48 more hours. I can do this.
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