Vodka thoughts

I'm a bit drunk so please be patient with my ramblings tonight.

I hate the 14th.
Hate.

This day is an absolute waste and total representation of what is wrong with society.

We wrap up all our feelings into one over commercialized day and are pushed to tell the people we love how much they mean to us through unnecessary frills and chocolate.

Seriously?

Why do we all give into what these big money hungry corporations want?
Guilt?
Peer pressure?
Sheep like personalities?

I hate today.
Not just because I always get screwed over on this day (as pointed on in a previous post) but because it is an absolute day of fakeness we all embrace.

I'll admit I've celebrated the day in years past (not to have it returned) but I always tried to emphasize originality and m y genuine feelings for the guy in my life at the time.

We should treat every day like it is as special as this one Hallmark red letter day. Say "I love you" and mean it. Kisses. Flowers just because on occasion. Doing things that are small but matter.

One of my favorite memories of loves past is two things that happened at random & just because.

Both involve the cheerleader.

The first was when he cleaned the entire apartment, and left post-its with notes of affection EVERYWHERE.
He was going on a business trip that weekend, and I had to work all day. Coming home to clean house was enough to make me happy.
But the post-its moved me to tears.

The second was during a more tumultuous time when we were fighting and breaking up every 5 seconds.
I was running late for work one morning and as I walked outside to lock the front door & leave I noticed that my front door & the wall next to the door were covered in construction paper notes titled "I love you because" in various bright colors. The final note had two penguins drawn on it. And beautiful callas were on the windshield of my car. Again, tears were shed.
That, by far, is my favorite memory of little things.

I miss having a great love who knows everything and in spite of it all, still loves you for who you are and all that you will ever be.

Anyway, I'm going to go back to drinking and enjoying my dogs.

Peace.