I've been
thinking a lot lately (I’ll try not to strain myself) about, obviously
Valentine’s Day, and the ridiculous pressure put on singles and men in
relationships. First off Valentine’s Day, in my mind, is a holiday strictly to
sell flowers, cards and balloons that‘ll just end up in the trash. Sorry if I
sound bitter or negative it’s just how I see it.
To me
Valentine’s Day means two things, ONE: it’s my 8 year anniversary at work. That
being said I finally got an “old-new” (someone else’s old while they got a new)
computer. Downside, Vista was installed on it. TWO: Two years ago I found out
one of my dear old friends killed himself, blah blah blah. That being said I
figured some things out…
My friends
tend to do this around some sort of holiday. Garrett, Valentine’s Day. Mr.
White’s birthday was the day before Valentine’s Day and he left us Christmas Eve. Dear Hotine was right before my birthday (and one of his roommate
and best friend’s birthday). Holidays can be rough and messy apparently.
Still, usually
I would end up wearing red or something for this holiday but today I just forgot. There is so much other shit going on that it just slipped my mind. I did get a “Happy Anniversary” from the VP of the company this
morning, which I really appreciated.
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