The original thought was that there was something anonymous about the exchange of gifts on the fourteenth of February. I have always had absurd experiences on that particular day in the past thus I stopped ‘celebrating’ it. I no longer fancy the legendary lovers’ day. Unpredictably, I got a perfume from the SO, and I reciprocated not.
I spent practically the entire day indoors behind my television, with several glasses of some designer drinks. The evening found me at a classy hotel restaurant settling for something not worth the price, after scrolling the flimsy menu aimlessly for twenty minutes. Just for the joy of it, I thought of not going back home that night, alas Monday morning was looming.
It was remarkable that the entire streets were crawling with people in pairs looking for a corner to get their love groove on. It became apparent to me that a lot more people than I had ever imagined had a stronger sense of the valentine revelry. It was an astonishing carnival out there.
Nevertheless, I still assert that love is overrated and tops the chart as the most misunderstood word in the English language. May we someday, find the balance and keep our heads on our heads.
Happy postponed Valentine to all the beautiful minds on blogsville… (To the women only)