More love than I can stomach.
Happy Valentines Day!!!
So today is Valentines Day! I can't say I was terribly excited about that fact yesterday, and now that we're crack in the middle of it my enthusiasm hasn't budged. Not even accidentally, if anything, it has waned. A day that celebrates "love", in principle is good thing. (lightbulb moment). But anyone with even a single drop of cynical blood in their veins can see that it's all become such a commercial thing. I'd bet the people at Hallmark are rolling around in their rooms full of cash and smoking cigars while they give each other high fives and snigger "Hehehe Suckers!" Consequently, the tight arsed part of me (which is a big part of me) refuses to get sucked into the commercial vacuum.
Good old Love Day. Just what a single girl needs. A day that celebrates the fact that she is single. Unattached. Without a spouse or partner. Might possibly die alone. LOL. . . . I know this well enough without having couples cooing and drooling all over each other shoved in my face.
I've just had a stark revelation! This entire post so far can be translated into five words. I am cheap. And single. LOL. So sue me. it's not too far off the truth. Haha.
Just for the record, I have no issues with my singledom status. Other's shouldn't either. I've had an instance here at work where someone came in wearing their relationship like a badge of honour shoved up their ass and told me his Valentines plans. When I cracked that "I might get drunk on cheap wine or something... " as a joke. He looked at me sympathetically and said "Awww... it's ok, you'll find someone." Are you feeling the love? I laughed (at his ignorance) and explained to the neanderthall that I was happily single and in no hurry to change that. Still, he looked at me with pity in his eyes, the ignorant fool. My knee-jerk reaction was to stab him in the eyes with my pens. But I resisted the urge. See! I do know what love is!
Marriage, family, love, I'm cool with it. I'm human, I need it too. But when your email inbox is flooded with more hearts then a cardiac surgeon could handle, and the entire Marketing team at your firm is wearing a specially made red Valentines uniform, and when the fact that you're single causes people to have pity on you... It's like someone pumped perfume and teddy bears into an Nuclear bomb and chucked in on my day. And THAT is not love. That's just. . . Arson?