Happy Singles Awareness Day (a.k.a. SAD)
Well, It's my first VD alone in two years. I actually started out alright today, but then the radio reminded me that if you'd done nothing for Valentine's day you're a loser (thanks Mix 106.5). Additionally, even my least mushy friends had posted mushy songs in their buddy info and away messages.
By the end of the day I'd been buried in people's updates on what they were doing with their fiance's or who they happened to be getting some from tonite. My only solace was that I would probably have the gym to myself this evening, but by the time I got out of class it was pouring and I ended up soaked before I'd made it to drop my stuff off at my car. So instead I went home and played DDR for an hour and a half, burned a fabled 300 calories (yeah right) and decided that I really don't feel like eating dinner.
Honestly, I think someone to cuddle is definately in order. Would someone like to come be my teddy bear? Can I use you for your warmth and contact comfort? No. Yeah, I didn't think so.
I was so determined not to get sucked in by this commercialized sham. I swore I would not feel dejected for being so socially deviant as to be single on Valentine's Day. I mean really, what kind of holiday makes people feel like failures for trying to be happy by themselves? Why should a day of general celebration make a large portion of the population feel as though they ought to jump into a coupling even if it's not what they want, like they should give up part of themselves in order to conform? Valentine's Day sucks.
It could be that I only feel this way because I'm not in a relationship. But, I don't think that this is the case. I was perfectly happy yesterday, and in the preceeding days. In fact, I've been perfectly happy since I got out of my last relationship a couple of months ago. Sure, I've had a crush or two, but nothing that spoiled my joyous single experience. Arrgh.
I think maybe my determination set me up for the fall I've taken today. Note to self, next time be determined to be 100% miserable on Valentine's day, and maybe you'll get by.
By the end of the day I'd been buried in people's updates on what they were doing with their fiance's or who they happened to be getting some from tonite. My only solace was that I would probably have the gym to myself this evening, but by the time I got out of class it was pouring and I ended up soaked before I'd made it to drop my stuff off at my car. So instead I went home and played DDR for an hour and a half, burned a fabled 300 calories (yeah right) and decided that I really don't feel like eating dinner.
Honestly, I think someone to cuddle is definately in order. Would someone like to come be my teddy bear? Can I use you for your warmth and contact comfort? No. Yeah, I didn't think so.
I was so determined not to get sucked in by this commercialized sham. I swore I would not feel dejected for being so socially deviant as to be single on Valentine's Day. I mean really, what kind of holiday makes people feel like failures for trying to be happy by themselves? Why should a day of general celebration make a large portion of the population feel as though they ought to jump into a coupling even if it's not what they want, like they should give up part of themselves in order to conform? Valentine's Day sucks.
It could be that I only feel this way because I'm not in a relationship. But, I don't think that this is the case. I was perfectly happy yesterday, and in the preceeding days. In fact, I've been perfectly happy since I got out of my last relationship a couple of months ago. Sure, I've had a crush or two, but nothing that spoiled my joyous single experience. Arrgh.
I think maybe my determination set me up for the fall I've taken today. Note to self, next time be determined to be 100% miserable on Valentine's day, and maybe you'll get by.