Ah Valentines. It's never been one of my favorite holidays. Of all the holidays that have been commercialized, Valentines has always seemed, at least to me, as though it has been commercialized the most.
Of course, this is coming from someone who, just five months shy of her twentieth birthday, has never had a date much less a boyfriend.
Not that I couldn't get a date/ boyfriend if I really applied myself. I'm pretty cute, down right high-larious, and have the unnatural ability to prefer action movies over chick flicks any day. But to get a date would break two cardinal rules.
1.) I don't socialize. I'm an introvert. My valentines is going to be great with my gallon of ice cream and an action movie with more than its fair share of explosions.
2.) I don't turn off my superpower. Ever. For those of you who don't know what this is . . . in high school I prided myself on having a "superpower". It made me untouchable. People found me intimidating/ weird/ invisible or any combination of the three. It's a power that I relished in. And I'm unfortunately having a very hard time turing it off now. (With the term "unfortunately" being used here loosely. I still kind of like it but "unfortunately" my mom's hinting about grandkids.)
At any rate . . . my Valentines, if I even have time to celebrate it, will be me, my ugliest and yet comfiest PJ's, junk food and a great movie.
I can't wait!
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