It's Valentine's Day and try as I might, I just can't ignore it. As good as I am at avoiding the commercial aspect of this bogus day, I can't really get away from the emotional one. It is a full-time job for me to avoid thinking about Valentine's Day and AVOID falling into the the pit of despair which regularly befalls us single folk out there on a day which practically rubs loneliness into our lonely little faces.
No one loves me. *sigh*
Well, no man, anyway. Although when I think about it, even when I have had a man, I completely rejected this forced acknowledgement of affection, taking a rather high sanctimonious stand on my soapboax along the lines of "You have 364 other days of the year to show me your love"
I was young then, though.
Now it just seems sad. I have made a valiant effort, though to completely pick myself up, dust myself off, rally the troops, go on dates, enjoy my own company, successfully forget the day even exists and a myriad of other creative and crafty ways to avoid THE PIT.
But you know, it's been nine years now. Nine Valentine's Days of being alone. Couple that with nine New Year's nights, nine birthdays, nine Thanksgivings and Christmases and I'm fresh out of creativity.
And I think that's ok too.
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