i told myself i would have nothing to say about Valentine's Day but i am made up of three things; acrylic, strawberry shakes and estrogen. i wouldn't be me if i didn't talk about the commercial holiday that threatens the very existence of what it is supposed to celebrate.
p.s. i'm eating a chocolate covered marshmallow pie for breakfast which can be considered evidence of how delusional i am as i write this.
moving right along, i'm not saying Valentine's Day is make or break for me, but i think about it. it's like any other commercial holiday, Mother's Day, Father's Day. this day is designated to celebrate the position i hold in whatever romantic situation i am in. you're supposed to appreciate your mother every day but you wouldn't dare miss out on reminding her on Mother's Day. it's her day and i think Valentine's Day is supposed to be OUR day. you should be appreciating your significant other every day but February 14th is like the birthday of your relationship (in addition to your anniversary). what's wrong with celebrating it? there is nothing wrong with doing something thoughtful for one another just to say, 'if the world thinks there should be a day to celebrate love then i'm glad i have a love to celebrate."
maybe i'm delusional. but for those of you who are so UNWILLING to celebrate, even with small gestures, aren't you saying that you feel there's NOTHING to celebrate? and if you're telling me that we have NOTHING to celebrate, don't be surprised when i be(leave) you.
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Strawbberry shakkesssss!! PS, I concur. I'm not about the commercial aspect of the holiday...but for those who are sour for the sake of being sour. Quit it.
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