I don’t much care for Valentine’s Day.
I think it makes the lonely feel lonelier, don’t you?
A bloodbath turned into a day to honor romance. How odd.
Now, when I was in grade school, that’s when Valentine’s Days were fantastic! I had my little shoebox covered in paper ready to receive my cards, and my package of valentines addressed to my classmates.
before pinterest, hmm?
old school cards rocked!
Oh, the anticipation! There was always a party. Always someone’s mother made cupcakes, other mothers sent in candy, and if we were terribly lucky, red pop! Inevitably, I would save my special big cards for the cute boy whose haircut made him resemble a blonde Spock, or the boy whose shaky voice reminded me of Kermit’s. I would hope so badly that they would give me the most special cards in their packs, and blush madly if they did. (For those of you who are too young to know, the cards used to come with one big girl one and one big boy one, for your favorites.)
Middle school and high school disappointed me on February fourteenth. I.D. bracelets, red roses, cards, chocolates, balloons, teddy bears — tradition maybe, but not nearly as sweet as an inundation of tiny cards filled with sloppy cursive handwriting, puns, and giant chewy Sweet Tarts attached with too much Scotch tape.
At least in college, the quality of the chocolates and jewelry improved, but it never came close to the tremendous wave of pleasure in carrying home a pink shoebox fulla love.
Now? The flowers are never their freshest, the chocolates are tainted with obligation, the jewelry is overtly heart-themed, it’s just all so trite. It’s lost its sweetness for me. I discourage my husband from bothering about it. Maybe I bake some heart-shaped cookies, but let’s be honest, that’s really for the children.
Some people told me today that I feel that way because in our home, love doesn’t need a special occasion. I agree, and that’s sweet year-round, but I still think Valentine’s Day hasn’t been super since I left fifth grade.
joeyfullystated 
My wife and I don’t celebrate it. When we first got together we’d give each other a card or something or I’d buy her some flowers, but now we just pass on it. We both agree that it’s a holiday made for making money and that’s pretty much it. We love each other very much every day of the year. Plus, we don’t have the extra money for bills, let alone over priced candy and crap that will lose its meaning the following day.
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I woke up to Fitty shoving a bunch of red roses, vase and all, under the bedclothes and into the crook of my arm. LoL
Then I overdosed, (not really) on pain killers, went off to work to scare the customers, and drove home. Another fine Valentines Day over!
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Not a bad way to wake up!
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I don’t think I ever actually “woke up” yesterday, what a day! Drug induced haze producing many reckless actions.
Last night at work I told most of the customers, “shhh, I’m invisible, don’t make eye contact, and we’ll be ok.”
wonder if I still have a job??
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omg! only monday will tell!
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S’ok, they never SAW a thing… get it? 🙂
Blogging under the influence of pain killing medication is definitely not a good idea. Ever written anything U.I. Joey?
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I have an intolerance to painkillers and I rarely drink..so, not often? ahaha! 😉
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Awwww, Love the memories you explored from 5th grade – reminded me of my own excitement… trying to recall some of the special things we used to do for each other as youngins.. and the anticipation we all had, wondering who was going to ask who to be their valentine.. lol
Great post 🙂
Thanks for sharing Joey
ML
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Thank you!
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🙂
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“Chocolates tainted with obligation.” I love that.
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Thanks!
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