I’m a girl among other reasons. I ‘m allowed. That’s all the explanation you need.
But I am inclined to expound, or I would not have made it the title to my latest imparting of my take on the workings of.. everything.
I wasn’t going to say anything today. Well any thing besides the comments I made and the Mental Moment. Geesh I wasn’t going to comment on Valentine’s Day.
Mostly because I have a wishy-washy back and forth, hot and cold opinion. Almost….bipolar if you will.
Oh come on that was a little funny right? Despite the fact that almost bipolar makes absolutely no sense. Think about, discuss if you need to, and get back to me. If I continue, this whole post will be about that…. which I guess would fit too, becasue then I could just say I changed my mind again and ….. ARRGGGGGHHHH
Just…ok whatever. Back to where we were which was… where? Oh right, my opinion on Valentine’s Day which I am sure you are just dying to hear. 🙂
Maybe not but here you are, so that’s what you are getting.
Valentine’s Day as a concept is beautifuland the best holiday ever.In reality, it sucks. Plain and simple.
I know what you are thinking – ok no I don’t and I am sorry, I shouldn’t say that I do because it is one of my pet peeves when people think they think what I am thinking and don’t even bother to ask.
I am not inclined to dislike Valentine’s because I am alone. (Or is it, disinclined to like Valentine’s Day? hmm) I had worse Valentine’s days when I was married. And dislike is actually a strong word.
It’s not because of the fact that in school I never, not once got a secret admirer flower on Valentine’s Day while my beat friend got so many she couldn’t even carry them all. She let me carry some for her so it’s not like anyone knew I was not secretly admired by anyone.
In retrospect I think that’s what ruined it. Anybody who might have been inclined to secretly send me a flower thought I was quite widely secretly admired and one more wouldn’t matter – as opposed to one being all the difference.
It’s not because I would watch girls in the office get flowers delivered and every time the flower guy came in I would have a burst of hope that maybe this time they were for me. And they never were.
Is anybody getting what the overall drift is here? I hope so. I don;t know how much more I can take.
There are just so many opportunities for disappointment. For huge expectations to be dashed. It’s kinda like… well if it was a religious holiday I would have to think it was one of the jokes of life.
I am a hopeless romantic and I am all for a day about love.
Why not everyday?
Or any day?
Why one day that just rarely rises to the occasion?
I am not unhappy today. About Valentine’s Day anyways. I have decided to not have any expectations and I am never disappointed. I haven’t decided if it’s a totally lame or brilliant outlook. I know that I have no grand stories of displays of love to tell, but I also have no stories of horrible things gone wrong.
I don’t begrudge anyone this day.
I just don’t have much to say about it.
And I changed my mind about talking about it because…. well just because I can. Let’s leave it at that.
Here’s to Love and Valentine’s and chocolate.
Cause no day can really go wrong if you add chocolate. 🙂