Valentines Day is approaching within the next week and as the radiant, eternally single goddess that I am; I couldn’t care less. I never will do. I never have done. Even when in a relationship I couldn’t care any less than I do about valentines day and wished it would all pass by in a daze. What a shitty, useless holiday designed to put too much pressure on couples and make singletons feel lousy.
Okay that’s all a lie and I feel the complete opposite. I can’t help it. As far as I’m concerned Valentines Day is a time to show your love and appreciation to those that you care about, especially the one that you have the privilege of being in love with. Valentines day should be the biggest bouquet of roses regardless of the price being put up, and the tastiest chocolates you can find no matter if your hubby is on a diet, it should be shiny jewellery being advertised all over the TV. It should be grabbing the opportunity to show the person you’re in love with just how much they mean to you because you’re able too, and if you kick up a fuss about it then as far as I’m concerned you’re ignorant.
I get the argument that you shouldn’t show off that you’re in love because you have too, I just don’t see why you wouldn’t. If you’re lucky enough to be with someone who loves you in return then for the life of me I cannot fathom why you wouldn’t do everything in your power to make them feel like the most important and loved person on this earth. Valentines day is about being selfless and showing someone that you love them without expecting anything in return, that’s why people send anonymous cards right? To make someone feel special and cared for. And it’s for this reason that my best friend and I always buy each other a valentines card, just to remind the other that they’re loved in some bizarre little way.
Anyway, enough of that mushy loved up shit. I’m horribly bitter about February 14th and will be hibernating for the day. For those that play by my rules and bombard their loved ones with flowers and gifts and love, it’ll make me feel sick and I’ll chug an entire bottle of wine every time I get a snapchat or see a photo on Facebook of how lucky your missus is due to how horribly jealous I am.
So for every girl or boy disappointed by your partners lack of effort or caring for the day, rest assured you won’t be feeling half as lame as I will be. Whether you’re taking extreme pity on me or this post has made you realise ‘Heavens I need this completely pathetic girl in my life’ then please feel free to send me flowers, chocolates, jewellery or a puppy. You’ll be able to find me at home cuddling a bottle of wine, singing Adele songs to my cat and eating my feelings in the form of a vaguely heart shaped pizza.
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