I'm not sure why I'm so apathetic toward Valentine's day; I haven't been single once on February 14th in the last 7 years, but still I can't make myself get excited about it. I'm not even sure what I'm doing tonight to celebrate. Hm.
I just think the simplest gifts are the best ones, not the gifts you feel obligated to give. Chocolate, teddy bears, flowers, you can have 'em -- well, no, I'll take that chocolate off your hands.
I was asked recently if I'd ever been to the most over-hyped restaurant in Dallas. I said yes, that an ex had taken me for my birthday 3 years ago. "That guy likes to feel important, huh?" he said. Bingo. Is it that I can't discern whether all the uncomfortable Valentine's Day attention is to make me feel special, or just to impress upon me that you're some kind of baller to whom I should be greatful for giving me the time of day?
All these scripted acts of affection can't be replaced by true, raw appreciation of a person...and you shouldn't need a special day for that.
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I am going to have to agree with the good Doctor in his prognosis.
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