Valentines Day: A single day permeating with ubiquitous and blatantly overt "love" (for some) or the hurricane of cliché "Forever alone" memes.
Valentines Day, Galentines Day, S.A.D (Single Awareness Day)---whatever you call it, I for one believe that February 14th should be dedicated to showing even more love not just for your SO or eye candy, but for pretty much anyone you love! Be it your pudgy lump you call your pet corgi or your childish twenty-something year old sister who only comes over when you text her that there's a High School Musical marathon (not even joking, that's my sister---who's 10 years older than me).
Call me the Gandhi of Valentines Day.
Maybe I'm biased. Flashbacks of my elementary
professors teachers (uni habits) blasting lovey dovey lullabies as us toddlers messily paste 50 shades of pink and red construction paper with sequined heart confetti. We can all remember those long lists of all the students names in your class for our Rite Aid Spongebob or Hello Kitty themed love letters that come in bulk boxes. (And the extra lumpy, heart doodles for crush #12 that you had that year)
Don't even get me riled up on the garden of flowers that every grocery store within the 5-mile radius is brimming with. Case in point: my recent tulip & anemone purchase at the Columbia flower market near Spitallfields. I may have chubby, sausage fingers but they're anything but green--I'll somehow manage to cause any flower to instantly wither away at a snap of my fingers like it's my secret superpower.
Oh yeah. There's one thing I love more than flowers--chocolate. Cue the crazy fish man in Spongebob's earlier prime time during the 00's. This Valentines Day you'll catch me channeling my inner Bruce from Matilda while I demolish that triple fudge cake. I definitely don't need a vile Ms. Trenchbull to force me to scarf that beast down. But to keep my fingers and my face from being slathered in chocolate yumminess, I caved and got some oh so classy Pink Marc De Champagne Truffles. Now all I need is some Jo Malone, peony and blush suede cologne and a whole bottle of rosé in an edible gold, glitter rimmed flute. Oh, and obviously a generous dose of rom com's to cure my love sickness. I'm most likely going to be replaying 500 Days of Summer while I guitlessly and maniacally sob into a tub of chocolates.
Anyone else internally heartbroken and throwing a Hulk fit over Joseph Gordon Levitt's recent marriage? I know I am. So in the words of Tom (a.k.a. Joseph) "Ain't love Grand?".
(or for the people who don't think so, just remember Tom's Valentines Day card "Roses are red, violets are blue..._______NSFW_______" ;)