A Delicious Torment

Now, anyone who knows me will know that I used to love love love Valentine’s Day (until I had my heart stomped on by several evil and cruel malicious pondscum type creatures (presumably from the hell from which they have returned – no I’m not bitter!), the whole nine yards – the fluffy teddy’s holding hearts proclaiming Be Mine, the over priced roses in pink tissue paper, Celien Dion songs (yes, I was that sick) and the cards with a picture of the fluffy teddy on it proclaiming Be Mine.  Sigh.

But that was then.  That time when I was on the arm on someone who felt the same way and that way was filled with pink bubbles.  Now, anyone who feels that way (or similar) today is totally entitled to their happiness. I am fine with the remance, I’m just not fine with the way you feel like a pariah if you don’t have it.

Most of the time I am fine being single (would be nice etc etc) but I am a trainwreck when it comes to relationships and I could do without the additional drama in my life.  Today I ended up talking about past loves and getting quite morose in my head while keeping a smile on my face.  I wish I could be healthy baout it all and put it all down to experience, but I want to be a little mopey and do the ‘what if?’ scenarios for a little while…

But,  a brilliant and fantastic person has come up with a much better way to celebrate this day (other than my tried and tested method of chocolate and Meg Ryan movies). 

So to take part, post one of the banners from her site and then post one thing you like about yourself and then ask others to post one thing that they really like about you.  

I couldn’t come up with anything while I read the other attempts at this seemingly simple instruction.  Well, nothing that didn’t sound self-agrandising (is that a word?  You know what I mean though, right? Right?)  And then I realised that was kinda the point.

So here it is:  One thing I like about myself:

I like that even though I do care what everyone else thinks I can pretend I don’t… usually witnessed by my singing and dancing at club/party.  I know that no one wants to see this gyrating along to the PCDs (we’d rather see Karl do it) but I dance like no one is watching and sing like no one can hear me.  I write like no one will read it (tumbleweed) and paint like no one will see.  I don’t need congratulations and don’t expect them.

Okay, over to you… (tumbleweed)…

[tags]Valentines Day, just asking for trouble, SnackiePoo’s Another Kind of V-Day,[/tags]

 

 

~ by Bec on February 14, 2007.