...for most of the day. There were moments when light seemed to be getting through but, in the end, nothing happened...
I have decided to shorten this month for the sake of my sanity. At 28 days, February is already the most abbreviated month, but I've decided to truncate it further.
February 14th is gone.
Vanished. Poof. No more.
The final straw was a reminder from a place where I purchased a Valentine's Day gift last year. They just couldn't resist letting me know I'd spent some money with them twelve months ago, just in case I wanted to do so again.
On top of all the advertising meant to ramp up the purchase of candies, cards, teddy bears, flowers, lingerie, etc., etc., etc., that was simply too damn much.
PARENTHETICAL SIGH-OF-RELIEF THOUGHT: At least the florist where I dropped some cash last 2/14 seems not to be firmly connected to the computer age. I haven't yet had a note from them asking if I'd like to send out another bunch of orchids....
The answer to all these appeals is, and will be, no. I do not want to spend a nickel on your freekin' "holiday." No candy, no flowers, no cards, no slinky apparel, no expressions of love. They'd be a waste of effort.
When neither one of the two women whom I might consider treating to such goodies gives a rat's ass whether I love them or not -- or, to be blunt, whether I exist or not -- it seems a wasted effort. I'm reasonably certain both will be getting plenty of 2/14 lovin' from my replacements. In one case, it's deserved.
I certainly don't want to deprive those who still enjoy the ritual, and have someone to share it with. I'm not starting a movement to excise 2/14 from everyone's calendars.
I will simply snap off the lights on Feb. 13th, and not turn them on again until the 15th.
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