I fucking hate Valentines Day.
Most people do.
The singles hate it because it serves as a constant, vicious reminder of their sheer singleness.
The couples hate it because it forces them to romanticize their sorry, sore asses off.
Even couples in love don’t feel love on Valentines Day,
They feel obligation.
Horrible, draining obligation.
Nothing kills love faster
than the obligation to love
and thus
Valentines Day is the ultimate swallower of love.
It is a suicidal holiday, where
men and women are held above a
sword of cheap, glitter-garbed paper
and rose petals
and told to gut themselves.
Where lover’s cash is traded
for lover’s caviar
as if love
can be dug from a wallet.
Well,
When I put it that way
I think
I fucking love Valentines day.
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I liked this a lot, mainly because i never thought about it like that. Although, I do have to say –
When I was single, I would ggather up all the guy friends on VDay and go make a bon-fire
Best way to celebrate is getting drunk in front of a fire.