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My loathing for the "pressures" associated with Valentine's Day continues unabated.
My boyfriend did not propose today. I didn't expect nor want him to. But every time I saw one of those damn Tiffany's engagement ads in the bus shelters, I wanted to punch the glass and make them go away. I'm twenty-seven years old, in a 2 1/2 year relationship with one of my best friends from the past decade, with whom I am in love and with whom I plan to share a flat as of this summer.
So why is Society doing my head in as if he and I have failed this weekend for not becoming more committed? It's like the world makes me crazy in February. Case in point: he took me to a jewellery store today to point out some beautiful pieces that he couldn't afford but which he thought were wonderful... and I nearly lost it because it didn't turn into something more.
I only get like this in February. It will be my birthday in 9 days. I won't be sane again until the 23rd is over. And I hate that. And I don't blame myself or him or anything about us. It's them. It's IT. Bloody societal pressure and horribly vindictively engrossing ads from Tiffany's and Birks. I hate that I have become so manipulated.
I hate it.
And I hate it even more because it wrecked my day.
My boyfriend did not propose today. I didn't expect nor want him to. But every time I saw one of those damn Tiffany's engagement ads in the bus shelters, I wanted to punch the glass and make them go away. I'm twenty-seven years old, in a 2 1/2 year relationship with one of my best friends from the past decade, with whom I am in love and with whom I plan to share a flat as of this summer.
So why is Society doing my head in as if he and I have failed this weekend for not becoming more committed? It's like the world makes me crazy in February. Case in point: he took me to a jewellery store today to point out some beautiful pieces that he couldn't afford but which he thought were wonderful... and I nearly lost it because it didn't turn into something more.
I only get like this in February. It will be my birthday in 9 days. I won't be sane again until the 23rd is over. And I hate that. And I don't blame myself or him or anything about us. It's them. It's IT. Bloody societal pressure and horribly vindictively engrossing ads from Tiffany's and Birks. I hate that I have become so manipulated.
I hate it.
And I hate it even more because it wrecked my day.