Jules Renard once said, "Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties."
I find this to be true on Valentine's day. The first thing I saw as I walked into the school was a woman wearing a massive wreath of ugly teddy bears around her neck, and a big line of boys that forgot to buy something sentimental for their love-dove, so are settling for an off-white, squished teddy bear that holds a heart saying "thinking of you." "Thinking of you?" Obviously that's a lie, otherwise they would have thought of something better to get their high school sweetheart. Anyway... none of this ties into my quote very well. Failed thesis.
Back to Valentine's day. So at school we did this tacky dress up day, where those who are "taken" wear red, those who are "confused" wear yellow, and those who are "single" wear green. It's supposed to be like a traffic light, if you didn't figure that out. So if you are desperate on Valentine's day, go searching for a person wearing green. Or if you are REALLY desperate, go for the yellow. Confused people need love too...? Then you can fall into a daze that is probably confused with love, and buy some tacky balloons, flowers, and cheap chocolates, and give them as items of affection to "the one." Or you could always go for the 25 cent conversation heart boxes, and stick it in the arms of a giant white and red teddy bear. That is always a hit among the infatuated.
So I just hard-core dissed this holiday, and in the process dissed myself. Anyone want to guess what I got my boyfriend for Valentine's day? Some big balloons, a card, and a decorated jar full of chocolates. So yes, I am among the tacky. And my brother just brought my mom a bouquet of flowers (which is rather cute, since it is his mother.) But whether we like to admit it or not, we are all sappy and tacky when we feel like loving. :) Happy Valentine's Day!
A shout out to my creative sister, who made her gift unique and adorable! A heart shaped pizza for the man in her life! (Which is not the dog named Copper, as she might claim. But is really a boy.)
I really really love this post Emms. Very well written indeed. And, despite what I may have previously claimed, there is actually a man in my life who is really a man. Not a dog. And what a joy that is.
ReplyDeleteThis post made me laugh (as usual) very well put Mikaela!! And Breanne, so glad that the man in your life is not a dog (literally and figuratively)
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