I want to hide in my special bomb bunker (shit it is not the 80s anymore, I mean the Apocalypse bunker) to avoid everything that's red, and every desperate girl wanting some romance on this day.
I know I said I want to be more open to love and romance. But I am not going to be open to romance because the day of the year requires me to do so! With this being said, I think this day a lot of people realize some things for themselves. They are not really happy, they are lonely, or god forbid they are a fucking hopeless romantic with no one to spoil.
For most people, you realize just how sad and miserable and lonely your life is on fucking Valentine's Day. It hits you like a freight train. And the next thing you know you are watching Old Romance movies, (or the notebook) stuffing your face with chocolates.
Why the fuck be unhappy on Valentine's day? In my little life experience, I've learned happiness is a choice. It is not just bestowed upon you by your fairy god mother (although, that would be great). A MAN CANNOT BE YOU FAIRY GODMOTHER ON VALENTINE'S DAY. Let's start being honest with ourselves. Is a date, flowers, and chocolates really gonna make us happy? Is that going to assure us that there is nothing wrong with our lives? These"things" are simply a temporary patch on our lives. (Apparently, a temporary patch everyone uses/does on the same day every year to not feel like...shit)
How about we start being honest with ourselves. What do we really want? I know I sure as hell don't want chocolates or a fucking teddy bear. I want to be happy. Happiness is long journey that takes our entire lives to figure out. So, find something you want for yourself and stop fucking hoping some man is gonna get it for you. Because waiting for a man to do something for you is as pathetic as waiting around for your fairy godmother to grant you a wonderful night with your prince charming. Grab life by the balls, get what you want, do what you want, be who you want. This is not the middle-ages.
Because striving for perfection for a lifetime is exhausting,
Brooke Danae
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