Valentine
Of course you can’t actually write anything on a day like Valentine’s Day without talking about it.
The jokes about it being called VD.
The geeks raging against their lack of a significant other.
The people desperately seeking whomever is also desperately seeking.
Me? I’ve said my peace about it plenty of times. You know the drill: It’s a goofy holiday created to sell flowers, candy, and cards. But that’s okay, it’s for a good purpose—the women in our lives.
My wife got a bouquet of flowers today and will soon get a card, but is it enough? I don’t think so. Pretty sure I dropped the ball hard on this one. I should’ve planned dinner, at the least.
Way to go Evan, you big moron.
Thanks inner voice.
Of course the women protest that no action is required—”You don’t have to get me anything!” is the worst lie ever told. She expected much more of me. Even if she doesn’t say it.
Honestly? I think I just take things too literally. I wish she’d just have said “It better be good, Mr. Man,” because that would’ve gotten my ass in gear.
Being a trusting person also leads one to being a believing person and when someone says “Whoa, look at that Rhinocerous!” in broad daylight in the middle of nowhere, I just might look.
Some are worse than others, but I have my own faults. I share them here. It’s what I do. After yesterday's bout of bravado, I found it highly ironic to be owning up to such deficiencies. I should be better than this. I shouldn’t drop the ball on something as important as this silly holiday, which isn’t so silly to the Mrs.
Life tends to revolve around celebrations of some sort or another. This Saturday is Abby’s birthday party. April Fool’s will be here, then May with the good summer flicks, June is Annie’s birthday, and so on and so forth. Hell, the Holidays are named as such because the entire season is just one celebration after the other.
In the meantime, I’ll write my stories here, play a little Magic, work hard for World’s Apart and my dayjob, love on my sweetheart and hope for the best. It’s gotten me this far.
Without my wife, I wouldn’t do half of the things I do, or have half of the things I have. I’m indebted, but what man isn’t? We’re little but stubborn children without our spouses.
Whether we want to admit it or not.
1 Comments:
Yes, you're right. Stubborn little children. But I still think Valentine's Day is a cheating way of saying those three words. Say it every day. It means more than a bunch of flowers and dinner on Feb 14th each year :-)
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