Valentines Day
To me, Valentines day is odd.
Its an odd day.
A commercially odd day celebrating 'Love'
Its the kind of 'holiday' that you take with a pinch of salt, like pancake day and may day I guess.
I've never liked the idea of it. Gaudy, cheap and frankly humongous cards, bears and chocolate boxes line the high street and its a day where you're supposed to tell or reillustrate to someone that you love them.
I've always kind of avoided it, I wasn't bothered. Yes on occasion I would feel slightly down that a tall, dark stranger hadn't given me a bouquet of beautiful flowers (does it always have to be roses?!?) but you just move on.
This year I have someone to cares about me, someone who I care deeply about also. Yet this holiday is bugging me. I feel like I shouldn't be bothered by it, but...its hard to avoid I guess.
I'd prefer to sleep the day out and just carry on as usual, I don't need a holiday to encourage me to re-illustrate how I feel about someone, because it feels forced. It feels silly and material.
What I'm trying to say is, I am highly amused by the valentines day cards on Tumblr, I am delighted that other people are in Venice and Paris this weekend. I am hoping that some happy people will get engaged and continue to be happy.
I don't personally need this holiday. But flowers would be nice.
Bitches love flowers.