My least favorite holiday is approaching. VD. It’s incurable like a venereal disease to the brain, but I shouldn’t say incurable. For some it’s like herpes, but with the right change of mind it is curable, like the clap. There’s an antibiotic for the brain.
Why do I chastise this “loving” holiday so? Because of the constant torment I see people go through during it.
The single person who doesn’t have a date. The person that looks back at past failed relationships and yearns for the return. The person who loves someone from afar but can’t reach out, the just plain lonely one with no prospects on the horizon and the couple that stresses or demands unnecessary shit from the other.
It’s a holiday created for profit, one that plays on guilt and greed.
For the single person looking back, they may feel angry, bitter, sad, alone or manipulated. They may sit at home and brood, tormenting themselves. Wanting revenge or to get the ex back. If not they might go out and get fucked up. Both are bad. For the mind and body. Sitting alone, sending shitty messages or making calls that will turn out in heartache or a fight. Or getting drunk, doing the same as I have just written or showing up at the ex’s doorstep or fucking a stranger, fucking the pain away and literally winding up with VD.
The lonely one may stay home and feel like shit, get fucked up at home or go out. Also resulting in a horrid hangover or a coyote ugly situation.
The couple will stress themselves out over what appropriate gift to get and one party may have unrealistic expectations. They might go out, get shit faced, spend a fucked up amount of money on champaign, end up with limp dick, pregnant, or fighting. Or just not remember a fucking thing.
Happy, sad or mad, it’s a day of drinking, all for the wrong reasons. Granted I don’t think there’s any good reason to drink or use, but this day seems to bring out the worst in people. The so called seven deadly sins creep out and torment.
So what can one do?
The burnt one, wether they shit canned the person or got shit canned previously, realize that it happened for a reason. That it wasn’t meant to be. If the desire is to call and work it out, remind yourself of why the breakup happened, look past the sunshine and roses that our brain likes to cover the dog shit with. And if it’s revenge you seek, is it really worth reopening the door and causing yourself more grief? Doing shit you’ll regret in the morning? Think of the positives in YOU. Love yourself. You don’t need another fucking piece of flesh and bone to do that, and if you don’t love yourself first, one has no business in a relationship. Bring your self confidence to the surface. Treat the day like any other day. If public displays of affection that puke all over the outside world that day upset you, stay in. Cook yourself something you love, watch your favorite movie or program on TV, (skip romantic comedies), work out, listen to music, read a book, call a friend, hang out with friends. Don’t get fucked up. And when the thought of being "alone" creeps in tell it to fuck off. It’s just society, it’s just sheeple following what’s “expected”. It’s just another day. So to hell with it. Do what makes you happy.
And if you’re lonely or shy, think about what you can do in the future to change that if you want to. But don’t be self destructive about it. Both things happen and are normal. Again, say fuck it to the nasty and nagging thoughts that creep into your head. You’re strong, beautiful and independent. Who gives a fuck? Get yourself up and feel good about yourself, don’t poison your body and mind over some useless bullshit day. All you need is you and to feel good about you.
As far as couples go, you shouldn’t need a mother fucking day to show your affection. To the stressed party, relax. If your partner isn’t happy, dump their ass, that’s a red flag for superficiality. If you’re the demanding party - check your fucking self. I mean really? It’s just a god damn day. Do you really need shit and a show to feel self worth? Find it on your own and stop being a fucking baby.
If you feel like going out and doing something, I don’t have a problem with that, I boycott it but everybody is different. I think that randomly showing or giving affection/gifts is more true, but again that’s me. All I can advise is to not get fucked up or worked up. Enjoy your day and night - that way you can remember it and not feel like shit the next day or end up getting in a colossal fight.
Stay sober, fuck what society says and don’t worry about the trivial shit. It’s a pretend day. Greed runs rampant as does societal induced guilt. Well fuck all that.
Love yourself and don’t be a Cunt in a relationship.
See? Curable. No headache or rash that won’t go away.
So fuck you VD, yours truly.
Blessed Be
For further reading:
Hi, Have You Met Me? on Amazon/Kindle http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00B009W1M
There's No Good Campfires Left In Hell on Amazon/Kindle http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00H7CZ590
Why do I chastise this “loving” holiday so? Because of the constant torment I see people go through during it.
The single person who doesn’t have a date. The person that looks back at past failed relationships and yearns for the return. The person who loves someone from afar but can’t reach out, the just plain lonely one with no prospects on the horizon and the couple that stresses or demands unnecessary shit from the other.
It’s a holiday created for profit, one that plays on guilt and greed.
For the single person looking back, they may feel angry, bitter, sad, alone or manipulated. They may sit at home and brood, tormenting themselves. Wanting revenge or to get the ex back. If not they might go out and get fucked up. Both are bad. For the mind and body. Sitting alone, sending shitty messages or making calls that will turn out in heartache or a fight. Or getting drunk, doing the same as I have just written or showing up at the ex’s doorstep or fucking a stranger, fucking the pain away and literally winding up with VD.
The lonely one may stay home and feel like shit, get fucked up at home or go out. Also resulting in a horrid hangover or a coyote ugly situation.
The couple will stress themselves out over what appropriate gift to get and one party may have unrealistic expectations. They might go out, get shit faced, spend a fucked up amount of money on champaign, end up with limp dick, pregnant, or fighting. Or just not remember a fucking thing.
Happy, sad or mad, it’s a day of drinking, all for the wrong reasons. Granted I don’t think there’s any good reason to drink or use, but this day seems to bring out the worst in people. The so called seven deadly sins creep out and torment.
So what can one do?
The burnt one, wether they shit canned the person or got shit canned previously, realize that it happened for a reason. That it wasn’t meant to be. If the desire is to call and work it out, remind yourself of why the breakup happened, look past the sunshine and roses that our brain likes to cover the dog shit with. And if it’s revenge you seek, is it really worth reopening the door and causing yourself more grief? Doing shit you’ll regret in the morning? Think of the positives in YOU. Love yourself. You don’t need another fucking piece of flesh and bone to do that, and if you don’t love yourself first, one has no business in a relationship. Bring your self confidence to the surface. Treat the day like any other day. If public displays of affection that puke all over the outside world that day upset you, stay in. Cook yourself something you love, watch your favorite movie or program on TV, (skip romantic comedies), work out, listen to music, read a book, call a friend, hang out with friends. Don’t get fucked up. And when the thought of being "alone" creeps in tell it to fuck off. It’s just society, it’s just sheeple following what’s “expected”. It’s just another day. So to hell with it. Do what makes you happy.
And if you’re lonely or shy, think about what you can do in the future to change that if you want to. But don’t be self destructive about it. Both things happen and are normal. Again, say fuck it to the nasty and nagging thoughts that creep into your head. You’re strong, beautiful and independent. Who gives a fuck? Get yourself up and feel good about yourself, don’t poison your body and mind over some useless bullshit day. All you need is you and to feel good about you.
As far as couples go, you shouldn’t need a mother fucking day to show your affection. To the stressed party, relax. If your partner isn’t happy, dump their ass, that’s a red flag for superficiality. If you’re the demanding party - check your fucking self. I mean really? It’s just a god damn day. Do you really need shit and a show to feel self worth? Find it on your own and stop being a fucking baby.
If you feel like going out and doing something, I don’t have a problem with that, I boycott it but everybody is different. I think that randomly showing or giving affection/gifts is more true, but again that’s me. All I can advise is to not get fucked up or worked up. Enjoy your day and night - that way you can remember it and not feel like shit the next day or end up getting in a colossal fight.
Stay sober, fuck what society says and don’t worry about the trivial shit. It’s a pretend day. Greed runs rampant as does societal induced guilt. Well fuck all that.
Love yourself and don’t be a Cunt in a relationship.
See? Curable. No headache or rash that won’t go away.
So fuck you VD, yours truly.
Blessed Be
For further reading:
Hi, Have You Met Me? on Amazon/Kindle http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00B009W1M
There's No Good Campfires Left In Hell on Amazon/Kindle http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00H7CZ590