Valentine’s Day is creeping up on me like a bad toe fungus and I find myself in the uncomfortable position once again of being single for a holiday that celebrates couplehood.
I can practically feel the bile rising in my throat when I think of all the sugary sweet sentiments that will be posted onto Facebook for couples celebrating being a couple.
It’s downright nauseating.
Of all the holidays, this is my LEAST favorite.
I can dress up for Halloween.
I can buy gifts for Christmas.
I can cook a ham for Easter.
Eat Mexican food on Cinco de Mayo.
All of these holidays are easy to participate in.
But not so much Valentine’s Day.
And there’s nothing I dislike more than feeling LEFT OUT.
But left out is what I am.
I am reminded of a song a gentleman sang for me in college:
“Nobody love me.
Nobody cares.
Nobody feeds me peaches and pears.”
So, you have been forewarned to expect quite a bit of sass out of me as this holiday approaches.
Because I’m sure as hell not pleased that (yet again) I must survive another fucking Valentine’s Day ALONE.
Thanks for the goddamn reminder!
I often say this. This is my favorite holiday because I can love on the world around me when the world doesn’t want to love on me. I may get flowers, not a surprise. I usually buy them for myself every month and when the man does it, I won’t need to. That is about the extent of the holiday fru fru from the opposite sex. I decided long ago that I didn’t care and I’d embrace the romance of loving on anyone else. And no one can mind cuz it is a holiday that celebrates it!
Leslie and I won’t be alone, but we both still hate Valentines day. Fuck that holiday and it’s made up Hallmark bullshit!