I LOVE to rant. I have rants on everything from organic local produce to (awesome) TV shows. From consumerism to that kid in my 102 class who won’t laugh at my jokes. (Hate that kid.) I can rant on anything and everything.
Except Valentine’s Day.
I have zero problems with St. Valentine’s Day.
It’s the holiday almost everyone has beef with, the most socially accepted holiday to hate, and I have nothing to say.
Dr. Doofenshmirtz doesn’t hate Christmas; I don’t hate Valentines day. We are alike in so many ways.
It’s not that I am some big- eyed hopeless romantic (I have rants on big- eyed hopeless romantics). I have always been single for Valentine’s Day and wanted/ expected anything more.
Growing up, Valentine’s Day meant my Dad would buy each kid a box or two of those little heart candies and chocolates or flowers for my Mom; it was simple, sweet, and fun. And I always liked the cheesy class valentines with cartoon characters and candies taped to them that were exchanged between my elementary classmates and I. Even in middle school you could send orange sodas to others and I always sent one to each of my close friends.
When I think Valentine’s Day I think sugar, not romance.
…Which is probably why I have no problems with it…
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Happy Valentine’s Day, whether you love it, hate it, or are filled with a burning apathy, I hope your day is great!
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