So I've kind of given up the pretense that I like Valentines day and/or am glad it exists and/or that it brings me anything but heartache, despair, and/or physical injury.



I used to be the type of person who was very "Valentines is about all types of love!" but after years and years of making lovely, handmade, personalized

cards for everyone in class and getting none back I dropped that.


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Then I went through a phase of "Valentines is about celebrating yourself!" ...which weirdly ended up in me almost putting out my eye. Several times. Seriously, every time I try this I end up narrowly avoiding blindness due to some freak accident.


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I can't even do Gal-entines day because all my friends are either off with their bf/gfs or not around period.


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I had once had a guy lightweight stalk me in High School. He set up this elaborate V day scavenger hunt that revealed he a)loved smooth jazz mixtapes b) had no idea what I actually liked. c) had been listening in on all my conversations for the past few months and knew where I sit at lunch despite the fact we didn't share a lunch period. Once I found out it was him I tried to return the gifts but he wouldn't take them back or even admit he had a crush on me (he said he just did it for funzies because I looked sad or something). So I avoided him as much as I could, which was weird because we sat next to each other in a couple of classes. None of this prevented him from telling all of our mutual friends he was in love with me and sending me an "anonymous" bouquet of flowers after one of my shows. I never much liked that kid.


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There was only one year I had a Valentine—Sokka (my only real boyfriend) and I had broken up but reconciled a week later. Our first date re-coupled was V-day, and it was awkward. I was nervous and already in an anti-Valentines spirit but I guess he wanted to prove he actually did want to be in a relationship with me so he got me roses and we went to one of my favorite restaurants from home, Steak n' Shake. All the while I was trying to grumble about consumerism and selling out etc. but I was secretly tickled pink at his display of affection, as well as finally getting into the "club" of people coupled up for the day. Sokka currently has a gf (who I don't like, but that's not her fault or her business) and we are currently on a friend-hiatus because...well...I still love him. So double sads for me.


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Also I've pretty much always disliked pink, hearts, and doilies and this day is full of them. So I am left with few options. I think this year I will make myself some pancakes for breakfast, order in a nice dinner, get drunk and hide. Hopefully I will emerge on the other side with my sanity and my body parts intact.

Wish me well, GT. Wish me well.