Just Another Day

Ok, so I’m single, so therefore have no reason to celebrate Valentine’s Day anyway, but I never was that bothered.  The Ex used to always buy me these nauseating cards full of meaningless platitudes.  Ok, so they may not be meaningless to some people, but given how rubbish The Ex treated me most of the time, these ones were meaningless.  Sure presents can be nice and all that, but I’d rather have something that actually means something.  I’m not a cuddly toy type person.  Yes I like chocolate, but I’d rather have a Twirl than a box of chocolates.  A potted plant would suit me much more than a bouquet of flowers.  And to be honest, I’m not too fussed anyway.  In fact, the best present anyone could get me would be a book or CD I’d been wanting for ages.  Something I’d really appreciate.  And failing that, just someone who could actually genuinely love me and show it would be nice.  Presents are pretty meaningless there really.  A present does not convey love.  The Family are evidence enough of that.  Sure they do their duty at birthdays and Christmas with presents for The Child, but does any one of them love The Child?  No evidence of that I’m afraid.

So yeah, in my opinion Valentine’s Day is just another day.  It’s nothing special single or otherwise.  I shall not be wallowing in self pity, wishing there was someone out there to buy me a present I don’t want or a card that makes me want to vomit.  Instead, I’ll just do what I normally do.  I’ll probably veg on my bed with a book and a nice cuppa once The Child’s in bed.  And I’ll think no more about it if I can help it.  But happy Valentine’s to those who do believe in it and stuff.  I’m just a miserable cow really, but it’s just the way I am.