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| #213 Red Velvet Pie |
We are only 24 hours away from the biggest heartbreaker of them all. The cruel and brutal Hallmark holiday known as Valentine's Day. Short of New Years Eve it's the worst day of the year if you're single, and it IS the ALL TIME worst day of the year when you're not.
I think my dislike of this "holiday" stems from some sort of childhood trauma. Those innocent little boxes of cards we had to hand out in school were painful life lessons in rejection.
A standard box held 25 cards mostly filled with cutesy little saying. Nondescript, nice, friendship stuff. One for teacher, one really putting it out there with the love, and two kinda on the mean side. Those last ones were fun to send to the bullies, but a bitch to get yourself.
What it all boiled down to is.. popularity is king. Be the kid with the most cards in your box!
I worried about it every year.
Was I going to be the kid who had to make that horrible walk back to your desk after sending an unrequited love poem?
Or worst yet, was I going to get that supper mushy one, only to find out your the butt of a practical joke. (again)
Forced shows of affection are not handled well when your young.
But hey guess what? It only gets worst as you age.
We unrealistically plan extravagant dinners with wine and music, plan on getting flowers and jewelry and great sex !! Most of us have so much fantasy in our heads that real life is just a flat out disappointment. There is too much pressure to prove your love.
How is that not a recipe for disaster?
We set ourselves up making it all to easy to fail.
And for what?
Just who are we trying to prove our love to?
Getting flowers at work really isn't about you or him, it's about the other girls SEEING you get the flowers.
It's all about the showing off how many cards you got in your box.
Well you know what ? screw that!
MY Valentine and I will not be wearing love on our sleeve. We don't require a holiday to show public displays of affection. I know he cares for me, he obviously knows I have never been happier. He can save the ring for another day.
Oh yeah... I STILL want the jewelry, you know. Lets not get crazy here.
I baked him his favorite dessert Tonight, of course I baked it into a pie.
I love you Stuart, you are the only one who gets me,
in more ways than one.
Happy Everyday.
A standard box held 25 cards mostly filled with cutesy little saying. Nondescript, nice, friendship stuff. One for teacher, one really putting it out there with the love, and two kinda on the mean side. Those last ones were fun to send to the bullies, but a bitch to get yourself.
What it all boiled down to is.. popularity is king. Be the kid with the most cards in your box!
I worried about it every year.
Was I going to be the kid who had to make that horrible walk back to your desk after sending an unrequited love poem?
Or worst yet, was I going to get that supper mushy one, only to find out your the butt of a practical joke. (again)
Forced shows of affection are not handled well when your young.
But hey guess what? It only gets worst as you age.
We unrealistically plan extravagant dinners with wine and music, plan on getting flowers and jewelry and great sex !! Most of us have so much fantasy in our heads that real life is just a flat out disappointment. There is too much pressure to prove your love.
How is that not a recipe for disaster?
We set ourselves up making it all to easy to fail.
And for what?
Just who are we trying to prove our love to?
Getting flowers at work really isn't about you or him, it's about the other girls SEEING you get the flowers.
It's all about the showing off how many cards you got in your box.
Well you know what ? screw that!
MY Valentine and I will not be wearing love on our sleeve. We don't require a holiday to show public displays of affection. I know he cares for me, he obviously knows I have never been happier. He can save the ring for another day.
Oh yeah... I STILL want the jewelry, you know. Lets not get crazy here.
I love you Stuart, you are the only one who gets me,
in more ways than one.
Happy Everyday.
