It's the Eve of St. Valentine. And it's the first time in the 15 years that I haven't had a quote unquote valentine, that I really could care less. And I mean that in the most honest and real way, not in a sarcastic way. I've sarcastically not cared for years. But this year I really have no emotion about it at all. I think it's a non-holiday. Or it holds about as much importance as Arbor Day. Does it really matter if you plant a tree on whatever day Arbor day is on? Shouldn't you plant one on whatever day you want to? The point is, that the tree gets planted. I've come to the conclusion that if having no one in particular to "love" on April 9th, has no affect on me whatsoever, then why should it on February 14th? It's just a day on the calendar and there are literally 365 of them. You should love your loved ones everyday, but Anniversaries and Birthdays are really there for you to celebrate with that little something extra. At least more than the rest of the 363 days, or 364 if you got married on your birthday, which is a dumb thing to do, in my opinion. You gotta spread it out! That's why I'm grateful my Birthday is exactly half-way from Christmas Day. Being born on Christmas Day is a huge bummer, not that it is your fault, but in that case your celebrations and gifts and hooray for you, are going to be merged into one coagulation of love and attention... but also shared with whoever else is celebrating Christmas with you at that particular place and time. Tomorrow's just another day. Don't let it affect you. Now Christmas and your birthday... you can let that affect you if you are spending it alone. That should hurt, because that sucks. But Valentine's Day? Pffttt....don't even give it the satisfaction. Without doing the proper research and getting all my information from an episode of Happy Endings, that I just re-watched yesterday; I believe the real St. Valentine was pulled apart and tortured and full out murdered... all for love or something like that, I really don't remember the full story. His heart was all that was left, which is why it is the symbol for Valentine's Day. Of course we all know that the shape of the human heart looks nothing like the symbol I would practice drawing to perfection, when I was a little girl. I used to do special things for myself on this day set aside for "love," but I'm not even going to do that this year. I'll reserve that for my Birthday... or a Saturday after a long week of work, ya know, the real "special days." I'll probably just get my oil changed in my car and head over to my parents so that I can watch The Walking Dead, which is back for its mid-season première tomorrow night. Talk about a bloody Valentine's... sounds like it will be a heck of a lot closer to the original Valentine's Day, am I right?
Have a wonderful Sunday everyone!
