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Keep Moving Forward: Valentines Day

Let’s talk about the international day of love that’s coming up, shall we?

Every year people get either all gooey eyed over it or up in arms.

I used to be up in arms with the troops of bitter people and all like “Boohoo, I have no one.”

To quote Dwight Schrute:

“False.”

I’m running on 28 years now of being a single lady and I’ve got to tell you, it’s not so bad. Because there is one perfect person out there for me. Unfortunately, he doesn’t know I exist.

I’m talking about Rupert Grint of course. But fantasy boyfriends aside, I’m pretty okay with being alone on Valentines Day because I’ve grown up enough to not let it ruin my life when the realization comes, yet again, that I do not have that Holy Grail of love:

Having a Valentine.

I heard the lady in the post office last week say “Ohh, it’s 10 days until Valentines Day! Got any nice plans?” to the woman in front of me.

In a way, I kind of wish the woman was like “No. I don’t have any nice plans. I do however have some sinister ones. I’m going to go around kicking puppies and popping peoples heart shaped balloons. What about you? Got anything devious set up?”

Valentines Day doesn’t bother me because I’m not a horrible downer anymore.

I love me. I love me so much that being alone doesn’t send me into a tailspin of emotion because that one special guy hasn’t found me yet and I haven’t found him. I actually get the feeling that when I meet that person it WILL be love at first sight. I’ve been relatively patient and try to be kind to guys because it can be just as scary talking to a girl as it can be talking to a guy, and although I’m extremely sarcastic I do try to talk to them now.

I didn’t used to. I would nod along and try to figure out an escape route because I knew that person wasn’t my person. Hell, I’ve tried a few times to gain some love experience with guys who weren’t my person and it was brutal. It felt like I was lying.

“You’re not it, so kindly remove yourself from my presence.” Was my general idea of men.

…What was I talking about? I’m finding that I’m rambling a lot more now. Haha.

Anyway, Valentines Day is a day not just of romantic love, although it does tend to lean towards that. And I’m more optimistic about stuff now that I like it just because people are kinder and gooey eyed about each other, I love seeing other people in love.

It’s like a fairytale.

Magical.

But, just because I’ve never known romantic love doesn’t mean I don’t know what love is or feels like. Which happens to be something that people get confused about when talking to me because they know these things about me.

Often from family members I get the ever eye-twitch inducing questions of:

When are you going to get married?

When are you going to have kids?

When are you going to get a boyfriend?

When are you going to meet a boy?

And yes. In that order. It’s like they start to lose faith the longer the conversation goes on for.

I’ve come up with the perfect (and nerdy) answer to all of these questions.

Prepare yourself:

“Oh, what business is it of yours what I do with my own things?”—Bilbo Baggins.

That’s right. Butt out.

I went bitter again. This post was supposed to be about being nice…damn it.

Look. The point is: Love yourself and ignore everyone else’s expectations of what your life is suppose to be like and just enjoy that the day is full of all sorts of love.

Do what my cousins do and have a spaghetti night on Valentines Day with their family, or do what I plan on doing and have a Harry Potter marathon while cross stitching dirty words onto stuff for your friends while eating a heart shaped cake that I made for my family and drinking some cheap ass wine.

Because Valentines Day is about love. And nothing says love like cross-stitching “Anything is a dildo if you are brave enough.” And framing it for your best friend.

Happy V-Day bitches.

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5 thoughts on “Keep Moving Forward: Valentines Day”

  1. Rock on! It’s funny, for me it took having a boyfriend to realize what a non-event Valentine’s Day is. It’s fun to exchange small gifts and funny cards and maybe go out to dinner if it’s not ridiculously crowded (which it always is, ugh). But beyond that, there’s no reason to make a big deal out of it, and it’s been a long time since we’ve done that. It’s way too hyped.

    Valentine’s Day is about love—all kinds of love. Love yourself, love your family, love your friends, and enjoy the day. 🙂

    1. To me Valentines day is a hermit crab day haha. Not because I’m embittered towards couples or seeing them around outside being all snuggly, just because I hate crowds and don’t want to be trapped in one no matter how friendly it is. Like I said to my mom “Going out for dinner on Valentines Day is like going to brunch on Mothers day. It’s hell on wheels.” So I would much rather spend the day by myself with Doomsday, or with my dogs or my family!

  2. LOVE LOVE LOVE this!!!! And you are completely right – V-day is not just about romantic love – in our case it’s about self-love!!!! In fact – V-day is so unimportant to me and my boyfriend that I am leaving the country on Saturday to celebrate an entire week of self-love by my lonesome in Mexico 😉 …. we are the women of the future!! 😉 #DontNeedNoMen ♥

    1. I love self-love! I don’t need to have a man being all lovey dovey at me to feel loved, I mean, it’s nice, but it’s not my whole life and never has been. That’s awesome about Mexico! Hope it’s a great time! 🙂

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