Gotta love the holiday consumerism. Out come the vultures… the jewelers, the car salesmen, everyone with something to sell with such great reasons why what they’ve got is the “perfect valentines day gift!” Nothing says I love you like a new Toyota! Or the cliche cop outs of teddy bears or bouquets of flowers that my cats will end up eating.
(True story: there was one time I went out with someone and my date brought me a bouquet of flowers. I sneezed the whole time. And we had to go to Target to buy a vase. I put them on my kitchen counter. A few days later I come home to see my kitchen floor covered in shattered glass and shredded petals. All over the goddamn place).
Color me not a fan. I’m easy.
(no not the “I’m a slut” easy, but the “don’t spend money on stupid shit for me” easy).
You know what I care about? It’s the every day little things that shows you really care. A bouquet of roses doesn’t tell me much except the fact you didn’t know I was allergic to them. To be honest, a single flower is more likely to make me melt than a bouquet of anything. I’m all about simplicity. Especially since I no longer own that $10 vase from Target.
(True Story: someone that has been in love with me for a decade once sent me a card from Zurich with crushed petals in it – now THAT was romantic – I still have the card, and the petals, 6 years later).
If ya got to wait until February 14th to tell someone how much you mean to them, you’ve got problems. I’m not materialistic at all. I care more about the creative ways people show they care year round. Like making me soup when I’m sick. Like a random “I’m thinking of you” e-card. Like dedicating a song to me over the radio. You know, stuff that you don’t need to spend a fortune on. That’s not to say gifts aren’t ok. They really are – when there’s a lot of thought put into it.
(I ❤ the statue that I have on my nightstand! love love love it).
I just realized that I may have a problem overusing parentheses.
Anyway, It’s the whole “obligatory” thing. If you feel like you have to, don’t bother. If you want to, it doesn’t matter when! 🙂