It's the day before Valentine's Day and my emotions are running all over the place. The one emotion that does seem to shut the others out: ANGER.
I went to the store this morning and walked in determined towards the Valentine aisle. As I approached I heard a mother tell her son, a boy who looked to be about 7 years old, that one day he "would" be interested in coming down this aisle and he muttered under his breath, "No I won't, ever..."
Funny, because that was how I felt the moment I saw this aisle; hearts galore, a chocoholic's dream come true. This aisle looked as if someone had puked red and pink. You can see where I'm going with this, right?
I went into this store with determination to buy something for my daughter and family, but my heart just wasn't in it. I stood there dumbstruck. I looked to the left, to the right, up and down. Not one clue.
Now let me point out, I have never did anything spectacular on Valentine's Day or receive any thing special from a boyfriend or husband, but for some strange, unexpected reason looking at all the Valentine's on this aisle has left a bitter taste in my day.
I almost left empty handed, but I didn't and with no particular thought I grabbed this and that and quickly checked out the aisle of love. I really don't know what to say... have I become one of those cynical, bitter, old frumpy ladies who has had nothing, but disappointing luck with that thing we call "LOVE" and am I ready to crush those who are quickly blinded by "LOVE"? Have I quit believing in love? My mother once told me that love was just a word someone invented and that love really didn't exist. For my peace of mind, I secretly hope that it does exist and love is real.
Forgive this temporary moment of craziness.
Surely, this has nothing to do with today being FRIDAY THE 13TH? Nah.