Valentine's Day Sucks Arse

As if I wasn't feeling ugly and undesirable enough today, along comes Hallmark to shove the boot in. To remind all of those people who aren't in a relationship what pathetic losers they are (not that I really want to be in one anyway, but the part of me that does feels really irritated about being reminded that it's not. That part is also feeling rather annoyed and curious and threatened by the part of me that doesn't, because it's worried that the part of me that doesn't is going to fall in love with self-empowerment and send me off to become the next Germaine Greer and live in the country with a menagerie and hate men forever and maybe become a middle-aged lesbian. But I digress ...)

I hate Valentine's Day because the only people that feel good about it are the ones who are all mushy in love, and they seem to be feeling good enough about everything without needing another excuse to go buy each other stuff, in a world that's already groaning under the weight of too much stuff.

So Valentine's Day, just bite me.

Damn. Now I've annoyed the part of me that doesn't want romance by posting this. This is the problem, living in a body with so many different personalities - I'm always ticking off one of them :)