I will go on record as saying this was one of my top five worst Valentine’s Days ever.  This ranks right up there with the Valentine’s Day when I was nineteen and my parents had a knock ‘em down, drag ‘em out fight that culminated in my father moving out for a couple of months.  Okay, this Valentine’s Day was slightly better than that.  I didn’t have to call 911 this year.  And, granted, it could have been Christmas or my birthday, so I guess it’s not truly awful.  Just kind of lonely and, well, sad.

My evening?  Four episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer (season one) back-to-back.  Chocolate.  Lots of chocolate.  Too much chocolate.  I think, perhaps, I am over chocolate for awhile.  I shall declare a twenty-four hour moratorium on chocolate.  Or maybe twelve hours.  Okay, no more chocolate until I get up tomorrow.

What is it about Valentine’s Day that makes people crazy?  If you have someone to be with, it’s no big deal and the day passes with little acknowledgement or fanfare.  But if you’re alone… you pine for stuffed teddy bears and sappy cards and romantic dinners and boxed chocolates and red roses and sex.  Lots o’ sex.  Even if you have someone to be with and you get the goods, you’re still left feeling like something is missing.  Does anyone even enjoy this holiday, really?  Other than Hallmark execs, that is?

I shouldn’t complain.  I know I’ve had Valentine’s Days that were simply lovely.  I’m not down on romance, I’m just craving it.  I got the chocolates and cards and roses, it’s the being alone part that’s so hard.  If you were with someone you love on Valentine’s Day, I hope you appreciated it.  I also hope you got lucky.

Posted by Kristina in Life at 12:21 AM Permalink