I know it’s a day late, but hush up! I have things I want to say, and I was too busy yesterday to say them. For little children, the possible meaning of Valentine’s Day is lost on them in their innocence. They see the candy and immediately associate it to a day like Halloween. Then comes the actual valentines you can give out. They cut haphazard designs and give them to their teachers, parents, or even their siblings.
As they mature, they start to realize that Valentine’s Day is not meant for family, but for your romantic relationships (if any). Now, I’ve always been single for Valentine’s Day. I was homeschooled, so I never had a beau growing up. I made valentines for my siblings and candy bags with my sister for every other person in the family.
When I got into high school and went to my technical school, there was one guy I kind of had my eyes on, and so when the appropriate time came, I made him a valentine. He thanked me for it and politely told me that he was not interested in having a relationship in that moment and that he just wanted to be friends with me. I was fine with that. Fast forward to a couple of years later; I had watched my older sister have a relationship with a wimp, break up with him, and then go through the anxiety of ‘did I do the right thing?’ afterward. It drove me nuts! Why get into a relationship if this was going to happen and you were going to degrade into a babbling creature in sweatpants and a jar of peanut butter?! Needless to say, I started working in reception for my doctor and I had two other jobs, so I was like, “I’m too busy to have a boyfriend, so, I won’t!” Easy solution, right? Except for the guys who would always ask to only work with me and say those oh so nice things about me. Which is all well and good, but, they got predictable after a while.
Now, I’m here. I’m almost twenty-three years old, I’m going to school/working in what I want to do, and I have met a man who interests me. He actually send me a dozen red roses yesterday. I found them on a table in my house after I went to a physical after school. I liked that instead of sending me a blown out bouquet, I got a simple one with a lot of meaning. It made me smile and I placed them in their vase and on my desk. Of course, now I will probably have to explain to my dad where the flowers came from. Sh*t! But otherwise, I truly did enjoy my gift, and our ‘actual’ Valentine’s Day will be this weekend.
And on that note, it’s been real!