Love it. Hate it. Ignore it.
Makes some people giddy, other people gag, and the rest just don't give a crap--these are those who really are in the same category as the gagers...they just don't want to admit it.
It all starts in childhood.
Remember elementary school? You got to make a big "mail box" to tape to your desk. You'd get real- live Valentine's Day cards...the best ones had candy taped to the back. And it was the one time of the year you could show kind/neutral feelings towards boys without the fear of getting cooties or mocked. Those were the days...the best days that Valentine's Day had to offer. And then it's over.
Fast forward a few years...to high school---my high school---they did something REALLY atrocious.
The student body wrote EVERYONE'S name on a big heart and slapped it on the side of the main building. (We're talking a student body of what...3 thousand plus?) The idea was that you were supposed to take down the heart of someone you liked...secretly. Or something like that.
If you used your deducing skills, you would see that this meant if your heart was still up at the end of the day...NOBODY LIKES YOU and everyone got to see it. Luckily, a wise friend took my heart and a few other friends' hearts down early on in the day.
Smart, merciful friend.
And then came single-life. Remember those (said with disdain) days? (If you got married before you were twenty one...you don't get to reminisce with me here...) Those were horrible, LOVE-STINKS! YEAH-YEAH! days.
This was when Valentine's Day was dead to me.
But I didn't really care about not being with anyone. I had better things to do. Like sit around with my friends/roommates and bitterly talk about the males and their countless, unredeemable qualities. Because they had many and they needed to be discussed.
Which brings us to the present.
I'm indifferent to this holiday.
Just ask Steve.
Do I wish it was a little gooey-er? Maybe when I want an excuse for Steve to buy me a new cookbook. But Steve and I aren't gooey people. So really, it would go against us as a couple.
Maybe knowing I have a built-in Valentine (stop the gagging) is enough.
Though in reality, I'm gonna do those things anyway. It's just nice having a holiday to justify the sugar fests.
So, Happy Valentine's Day.
And do your pigging out now, cuz the next holiday doesn't come til March 17th.