Valentine’s Day is my favorite holiday of all time aside from my birthday which the US Government and Hallmark refuse to acknowledge as a national holiday. I refuse to argue about Valentine’s Day anymore. I love it and if you don’t that’s fine. I won’t waste my time trying to defrost your bitter, cold, shriveled chicken mcnugget heart.
Usually I celebrate this day by sending out frilly pink cards to all the people who make my heart soar. This year I had the best intentions. There’s a box of glittery pink and brown cards along with some featuring Dwight K. Schrute sitting on top of the bookcase. I think I even made it so far as to address one of the cards. But that’s where it ended.
I’ve been preoccupied and spend most of my time hiding in books. To put together the cards would mean I’d have to spend time thinking about how I feel about the people in my life and that would only lead me to start thinking about how I feel about my current situation, and we can’t have that. That would interfere with all the denial I’m so good at.
Even though the cards sit unsent that doesn’t change that today is Valentine’s Day and in some fashion we should all share the love somehow.
Here’s how I’m doing it. By sharing a great song by my favorite singer, and he’s wearing red pants so that’s like extra double plus bonus valentine’s points. Right?
It’s the thought that counts. And what I think about the people that come here everyday and read these words, the ones who share their ideas in the comments, well when I think about that I get all teary-eyed and smooshy. So I’m just going to stop with that because I got to get back to denial, it misses me.