Ooh Valentine's Day. As Hallmark fabricated as it may be, I adore this holiday. Its not so much that I expect grand romantic gestures, but more the giddiness of the whole day - complete with all the chocolates I can consume (which is probably the source of my giddiness). And, who doesn't love a good prix fixe meal? Dessert included? Yes please!
I think its fairly accurate to say most girls love Valentines Day. Or, at least enjoy being told they are adored and admired by someone they care for. If you're not one of these people, perhaps you're simply not admitting it, all the while secretly wishing someone special would send flowers or a sweet card.
Earlier this week, I was beginning to feel the karma of that particular comment. This year, the holiday "doesn't apply" to me. No doubt about it, I would love to be wooed with flowers and a box of chocolates or maybe some sort of sour gummy candy, but alas I will settle for a card from Dad. (which I always love, don't get me wrong!)
I dutifully sent cards to all my friends and family members, but quite frankly- I'm not feeling the "love." While this was moderately depressing at first, I think I've gained a new perspective. Instead of wishing for someone else to say "Be Mine," I am saying "Love, Me." I intend on doing this in the form of a good bottle of wine, my own pizza, a girly movie, and a freezer full of frozen mini-Snickers. Who's jealous?
Hallmark, where's your card for that?
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