For those of you who keep up with this blog (I am a terrible blogger I admit that), it has become clear that I am a romantic soul deep down and I get all mushy and stuff…when the situation is right. But perhaps few of you know that I have never had a proper Valentine’s day…on the actual day. Therefore, my relationship with this…celebration of love…is quite a complicated one.
I will explain why. See the thing is I do not care whether I get to spend a special Valentine’s day or not, but society is constantly reminding me I should care. You see I have had dozens of Valentine’s days…just not on the 14th of February. As a result I cannot help but pity the couples who get to be romantic once a year…like properly romantic, with all of the expected props: chocolates, wine, flowers, candles, etc.
A year ago I wrote about Valentine’s day and its meaning to me. I don’t think my view has changed. However, I do feel a bit weird that despite all my attempts at love I am yet again…on my own. If I have one speciality it is to be dumped by my boyfriends. Ha ha. No seriously, it’s very funny.
I suppose the only way not to be dumped is to remain single, for as long as possible and not commit to anyone. And not care about Valentine’s day. I am really tired at being left. Really really tired.