(photo taken from the webworld and I take absolutely no credit whatsoever for the image)
My February 14th basically. I don't believe in the day nor do I actively partake in its festives of giving a loved one gifts and such. But yesterday was the most normal February 14th I've ever experienced ever since I can remember. Which basically means nothing really happened to me. As I said on Twitter, I think I've change quite significantly that it's clear to people I am not made for this bull. I mean, I kind of find it ridiculous to have a special day for love. Love should be an all year thing.
Yes I'm a cynic and I might come off as a hater with this post. I don't hate people who indulge themselves in the festives, I just don't believe in the day as much.
I love the people I love, and I make sure I know them. And that's enough for me. I don't need a February 14th to confirm my affection.
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