St. Valentine's Day. I've never really been into the whole pink- and- red- gushy- mushy- chocolate- kisses- add- a- dozen- red- roses- and- a- classy- restaurant- and- you've- got- love- you've- got- romance sort of festivities of the 14th of February. Not only, but partially, because I'm usually dwelling in the wonderful world of singlehood but mostly because I felt to celebrate was to give into corporate manipulation. I've felt this way for years. However, perhaps due to the overwhelming rush of bitterness I've seen toward V- Day or perhaps just simply to a development in wisdom, this year I came to the conclusion that it's actually really not so bad. I still believe that we shouldn't rely on one of the year to be coerced into what can be see as obligation to display romantic love. We should, though too many of us don't, take the time to make the unexpected little things keep the spark alive in our relationships throughout the year. Regardless, a day of love isn't so bad, is it? I really think there are far worse things that are promoted than love. All in all, what I'm rambling on and on about, I mean, "hehe", what I'm trying to say is....
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