I Had a Bad Valentine's Day
The only reason this Valentines day was bad was because I was actually conscious of it being Valentines day every minute since waking up. Since my Junior year in high school, I've managed to accept that I'd have no need to see relevance in the "holiday" as well as seeing no sensible point in feeling disappointment or resentment for whatever salty-single reason. I went from dreamy/hopeful, to bitter hater, and then nothing. Valentine's day felt like any other day for the last seven years because I didn't have any reason for it to feel otherwise. Only now do I realize how blissful that nothing period was.
Now that some crazy bastard (the first one, might i add) actually took a mutual interest in me, I suddenly gained this stupid, nonsensical habit of imagining false, wonderful scenarios that are unlikely to happen. Not this early anyway. So you can imagine how many different ways I imagined receiving a rose or chocolates...or even some cute prank he would pull just to make me smile in a way he's used to doing it (because he's not much of the romantic type.) But no. Of course he didn't. He wouldn't. It's still early and he's not the romantic type. I knew better, yet I was still dumb enough to fantasize. This is what romantic interest does to you! I don't like it...
Now that some crazy bastard (the first one, might i add) actually took a mutual interest in me, I suddenly gained this stupid, nonsensical habit of imagining false, wonderful scenarios that are unlikely to happen. Not this early anyway. So you can imagine how many different ways I imagined receiving a rose or chocolates...or even some cute prank he would pull just to make me smile in a way he's used to doing it (because he's not much of the romantic type.) But no. Of course he didn't. He wouldn't. It's still early and he's not the romantic type. I knew better, yet I was still dumb enough to fantasize. This is what romantic interest does to you! I don't like it...